American crow is in the know!

Gotta love the Corvidaes, they gots the smartz!

Los primos peleando con nieve

Don't send a lame Holiday eCard. Try JibJab Sendables!

Happy Holidays from the Littles...

I haz been published again!

On lolbabies...

Kitteh Piano Phenomenon

Where is your tip jar for kitteh treats, Nora?

Kitteh Contortionist

As my french boss used to say, "Oh, I'm impwessed"

Shy snowy cave creatures with pristine paw prints.

Read about them here!

Black Narcissus. 1947. Deborah Kerr. A Stunning, seductive tale.

This movie is visually captivating. It offers a most enjoyable trance. Check it out!

Oh, little nectar thief Bananaquit

to be back in Monteverde with you in flip flops rather than in this joint-wrenching cold...

Kittee is in da slow grupe at skool...

Another fave from icanhascheezburger

We've been published on LOLcats!

moar funny pictures
Kudos to J for taking the pic and to Monty cat for posin'

"Nice"

Love those pink dyed ears on the Maltese-ish dog.

Oh, this is so right on.

I can haz a life?

Rita Moreno: The ultimate spicy little number

Remember her in "Westside Story"?

But why the Backstreet Boys

Why not Raspberry Beret or Photograph by Def Leopard? Gonna have to get my own dancing cockatoo.

From lolsecretz.blogspot.com/

A parody of postsecrets. This site is pretty darn funny.

First snow of the season--

We've already had our first snow in our hometown. This is unfathomable to us as we visit Texas and bask in the 90 degree steambath. Cross country skiing, cross country skiing, that's the only good thing about the cold back home.

All ye of little faith...

Drink thee from this vessel and ye shall be saved.

'No hay palabras para describir la Marta'

I love the US girls soccer team but Brazil's Marta is the best women's soccer player in the world. And she's only 21. What a thing of beauty this goal is!

This is how I feel on the brink of a flight with an infant...

Dude, it's COMPLICATED!

La Reyna y el Rey

Join me back in 1987. Man, these two sound fabulous together. What a duet.

These peeps have the skills

Kitty Thorazine?

Oh yes, IM, STAT!

Oh, this isn't for me?

But I love my little jungle escapes. And it's just my size!

Right on, Zippy

Chica the incredible jumping pooch

As The Cat. William Carlos Williams.

As the cat
climbed over
the top of

the jamcloset
first the right
forefoot

carefully
then the hind
stepped down
into the pit of
the empty
flowerpot

Gordita's first look at Annie the wolf hybrid.

NOT love at first sight.

Have you played this game?

I can't get past the first round and this kid makes it look easy.

These are the days...

for watching clouds cross the sky...

The Battle of the Cucumber

Oh, the suspense!

Gimme a T!

Cheerleader Kittehs Practicing Their Formations...

Thank you God, Science and Fortune for our little Cosa Preciosa

A Tale Begun

by Wislawa Szymborska


The world is never ready
for the birth of a child.

Our ships are not yet back from Winnland.
We still have to get over the S. Gothard pass.
We've got to outwit the watchmen on the desert of Thor,
fight our way through the sewers to Warsaw's center,
gain access to King Harald the Butterpat,
and wait until the downfall of Minister Fouche.
Only in Acapulco
can we begin anew.

We've run out of bandages,
matches, hydraulic presses, arguments, and water.
We haven't got the trucks, we haven't got the Minghs' support.
This skinny horse won't be enough to bribe the sheriff.
No news so far about the Tartars' captives.
We'll need a warmer cave for winter
and someone who can speak Harari.

We don't know whom to trust in Nineveh,
what conditions the Prince-Cardinal will decree,
which names Beria has still got inside his files.
They say Karol the Hammer strikes tomorrow at dawn.
In this situation let's appease Cheops,
report ourselves of our own free will,
change faiths,
pretend to be friends with the Doge
and say that we've got nothing to do with the Kwabe tribe.

Time to light the fires.
Let's send a cable to grandma in Zabierzow.
Let's untie the knots in the yurt's leather straps.

May delivery be easy,
may our child grow and be well.
Let him be happy from time to time
and leap over abysses.
Let his heart have strength to endure
and his mind be awake and reach far.
But not so far

that it sees into the future.
Spare him
that one gift,
0 heavenly powers.


Excerpt from View with a Grain of Sand, copyright © 1993 by Wislawa Szymborska, English translation by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh copyright © 1995 by Harcourt, Inc., reprinted by permission of the publisher.

My friends, you all know what I mean by this...

Summertime...

The living's easy...

Que cosas mas preciosas...

La chica bonita. Is this a face that would ever devour cat poop? Somehow, YES!

Ode to the S&P of late

What are you making, Kitteh?

Some kind of miracle device cure for your sick kitteh friend?

Disobedient little Chica.

She does not like the down command lately, we'll ask her therapist to delve.

I is not Oscar...

Youz can live. I lickz now.

http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/7060

Winnie the Pooh is EVERYBODY'S friend!

"Win what? What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof?"

This pic was taken by one of mis amigos in Italia.

More like "Run, Yeti, run and don't look back, we've got Shakespeare! You'll never understand it!"

NOTES FROM A NONEXISTENT HIMALAYAN EXPEDITION

So these are the Himalayas.
Mountains racing to the moon.
The moment of their start recorded
on the startling, ripped canvas of the sky.
Holes punched in a desert of clouds.
Thrust into nothing.
Echo--a white mute.
Quiet.

Yeti, down there we've got Wednesday,
bread and alphabets.
Two times two is four.
Roses are red there,
and violets are blue.

Yeti, crime is not all
we're up to down there.
yeti, not every sentence there
means death.

We've inherited hope-
the gift of forgetting.
You'll see how we give birth among the ruins.

Yeti, we've got Shakespeare there.
Yeti, we play solitaire
and violin. At nightfall,
we turn lights on, Yeti.

Up here it's neither moon nor earth.
Tears freeze.
Oh Yeti, semi-moonman,
turn back, think again!

I called this to the Yeti
inside four walls of avalance,
stomping my feet for warmth
on the everlasting
snow.

-Wislawa Symborska (1923 - )
from View With a Grain of Sand

Did you lose a whisker, Merlin?

'Cuz the whisker-fairy came and youze LOADED!

"This is the way we wash our paws, wash our paws, wash our paws"

Wilkommen meine kleine Kindern...

Möchten Sie ein bißen der heißen Schokoladen?

Carne for Kitty.

This 12 year-old family kitty named 'Little Kitty' (profound namers are we) has an endless appetite for meat. When I visit over the holidays she gets holiday ham and any other leftovers and she NEVER says no to any kind of meat, so watch your hand, mate.

Watch out fish!

One of your admirers is hungry!!

Snuggable Preciousness

Curl up and sigh...

So, a guy walks into a bar in the old West...

...And sees a 3-legged dog sitting at a table, drinking whiskey. He thinks, 'how odd', and he asks the dog, 'what's a three- legged dog like you doing in this here bar?' The dog slowly looks up from his whiskey, tips his hat and snarls 'I'm lookin'for the man that shot my paw.'
Ho Ho HO! It made Chica and Parker laugh so give it up for pun joke--

Drawer cuteness pose-off

Oh, it's on. Work it!
Kitty, stop shunning that camera--

Look what I can do -- *caa-chaa!*

Can YOU lick your nose and rub your tummy AND power to the people?

Ay caramba!

Leggo my tail, you theropoddish ad ho'...

Electra woman and Dynagirl!

This is my prize relic from the 70's. It stayed in my mother's kitchen tucked back in a cabinet until unearthed by a kiche archaeologist of sorts. Check out this website dedicated to these super-heroines: http://web.utk.edu/~lyle/ewdg/
Doesn't there seem to be an internet shrine for, like, anything you can possibly think of?

Come hither all wemoon

Sisters, let us we to the magical wicka court, bring your brooms.

I command you to come up and pet me...

Look into my eyes...come and peeeeettttt me. Next are the laser beams if kitty gets mad so make it PRonto!

Closing time?

Shop cat asleep on the job, a feline mannequin. San Francisco.
I'd go out shopping more if more stores had shop kitties where I live. There is a bank kitty but he charges $1 per petting. Hork!