Oh, Bite Me

As the moon rises above the treetops, and a ghostly mist enshrouds the moors, the dreaded vampire roams the sleeping countryside, hungry for his next victim.


Casting neither shadow nor sound, he spies a transient sleeping beneath a tree.

As an inhuman hunger wells within the rancorous pit of his soul, the fiend strikes!


But with just one bite, the monster realizes he has committed the gravest breach of professional vampire courtesy: he has accidentally attacked another vampire!


Peter S. regales us: “Dachshund pup Sigge tries his zombie and werewolf moves on his ‘big brother’ Castor, a Danish-Swedish farmdog. Castor counters with his best vampire impression.”

Go the Heck to Sleep

It’s quiet time for sleppeh-tie-tie leetle kittains who need their rest (sing song), so settle down now and close your eyes

5 seconds later: You close your eyes first.  No you close your eyes first.

No you. No, you.

2.5 seconds later: (muffle) My eyes are closed, and I’ll close yours too!

No you wont! Yes I will!

1 second later: Dude, I can close my eyes any time I want to.

So can I! No you can’t. Yes I can! Can not! Can too!

Looks like Dada, Xiaoxiao are getting their beauty rest after all, Mona H.

The Most Patient Cat in the World, Part III: The Dive-Bomination

Oh sure, the cat looks all like “yeah, what-evah” while the camera’s rolling, but you just know that seconds later she issued a sharply-worded memorandum of rebuke.

C.O. Dating Tips!

Remember, kids, no matter how hard you try to set the perfect mood — romantic violin music, kung-fu fight sound effects, strangers watching on closed-circuit TV — never try to get frisky on the first date.

Surprise Attack!

Hey, quit it! I wasn’t ready!

No fair! You big cheater!

Mooooooommmmmm!

Photo credit: John Tuggle

Evil Ottertude

Yeah I’m FOUR HUNDRED AND FIFTY EIGHT GRAMS SO WHAT

Don’t worry, I forgive you *wink of death*

I didn’t realize they were so evil at such a young age, Alexa G.

Remote Control Bears Brunt of Misplaced Anger

Not understanding, Chunk feels the remote control is to blame for the constant stream of “Jersey Shore” on the television.

You’re lucky Chunk can’t put 2 and 2 together, Kimbrey & Brooks

The Story of the Hungry Feroshus Bear

By Jeffery Osterblaargh, Mrs. McNulty’s Sekond Grade

Ok so this is astory about the time that I ate a humin bean all by myself. Wun day I was hungry. And there was this humin bean walking down the street.

And so I desided to eat him for dinner. Because I am a feroshus pradider pridit eating bear and because everybody is skeerd of me because I am so mean.

The humin bean was skeerd. He tried to get away but I was to big and strong for him. He cried and cried for help, but I dint listen because I was so hungry.

And he was so delishus that next I ate a whole busload of first graders, and then I ate a kangaroo, and my piano teacher, and Batman, and some ice cream, and…

I hear that special school’s really nice, Maggie S.

Marmalade Entanglement

Ehn! [Wrastle-wrastle]

Ehn! [Feet running in the air rabbit-style]

Ehn! [STOP ITTT! MOM!!!]

Sender-Inner Nicole M. says kittens Sig and Remi take turns with couch pinning.

Welcome to Play Fight Club

The first rule of Play Fight Club is: You do not talk about Play Fight Club.

The second rule of Play Fight Club is: You do not talk about Play Fight Club.

Third rule of Play Fight Club:  If someone yelps, goes limp, or taps out, the play fight is over.

Fourth rule:  Only two pups to a play fight.

Fifth rule:  One play fight at a time, fellas.

Sixth rule:  The play fights are soft kronches only.  No shirt, no shoes, no chomping.

Seventh rule:  Play fights will go on as long it’s fun.

And the eighth and final rule:  If this is your first time at Play Fight Club, you have to fight.

Now that’s what I call a play date, Amy S.

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