We continue our look back at 2009 fondly—make that fondlingly—with a salute to snorgling: Interspecies, intraspecies and intra-whatever. (Click pictures to view original posts. Parental guidance suggested.)
Welcome to my crib! I kiss you! I like many activates: gurgling, crawling and the smearing strained beets on the flokati rug. Now you will please to making the alteration of the diaper that is much poopy, thankings.
Jenni S., we apologize in advance for the comments below.
Zoo Boise has reported a surprise birf of a cotton-top Tamirin. Apparently, the newborn’s mother was not visibly pregnant, and this little guy was all: “HEEEY! I’m here!” [See exact moment, below]
In the great Cute Overload Christmas Tradition, it’s time for your Annual Marmoset Ear Nom™. Simply wrestle a pygmy Marmoset to the ground and perform a soft-kronche on their ear nubules.
Even if they tilt their heads to the side, they won’t be able to shield their ears forever:
Go on, your furry little morsels await!
Civilian, please do not touch the animal while I work. I possess a highly skilled craft; you do not. Let my healing hands guide the way to a cure to this terrible problem.
And…Yes, I think I’ve done it. The animal should finally be rid of this very unpleasant case of Singultus.
Dr. McDomineering and patient McPanty might make “Grey’s Anatomy” watchable, Martin I.
We’ve just been informed the National Geographic Photo contest has announced their winners… Here’s one of them, courtesy of the fine folks over at Nat Geo. It’s called “Baby Gibbon Gets Schmutz Taken Off Cheek by Mom”
(Man, this is the sweetest babysitting gig ever. The kid smears the food on his face, and I get to lick it off. I hope he managed to get some dessert on the other side.)
That’s got to be the cleanest baby in history, Samantha M.
Washington, D.C. — Outraged legislators renewed calls for banning human-animal hybrids after researchers at the Frankenstein Institute for Extremely Scary Science announced the creation of a “lambaby.” According to a spokesperson for an angry mob that stormed the Institute, “arghle grumble blaarphle rhubarb rhubarb!”
I have just one word for you, Brynne M.: PASICKIE!
A while back, Meg featured some orangumazing photos of Suryia and Roscoe, the orangutan and hound-dog buddies. Now, thanks to sender-inner Marilyn T., you can see the heartwarming story of how they met. On your mark, get set, awwww!
OK, it was frakking close, we can celebrate both.
This is the Overload afterall. BRING IT ON!
Thanks for finally making a call, Sarah L. (who’s never met a Vervet monkeh she didn’t like) *As of press time, ‘Nom-vember was barely squeaking by at 49%, People!