I Kissed a Ferret and I Liked It

I kissed a ferret. My cats are going to kill me.

Nom, nom, nom...

OK, I know I am weird on so many levels (it's at this point that my husband says, "you can just stop right there"), but apart from what has become "everyday weird," I have a confession. Sometimes when I am holding one of my cats, I am so overwhelmed by their tasty cuteness that I want to bite them or squeeze them until they pop. I never do, mind you, but I can hardly contain myself sometimes.

Have you seen Phoebe's nose? It is white and sweet like a perfect powdered sugar donut. I want a nibble of that nose.


















And Saffy's belly is like a giant coconut macaroon. Seriously...it's completely luscious and fluffy-ful. I have yet to sneak a snack of it, but I will not deny an occasional tummy-nuzzle.


















And dear, sweet Cosmo and his scrumptious black and white coat of delicious-- not unlike a freshly baked piece of marble cake. I want to frost him for a late-night snack -- he's such a tempting treat.


















Have I finally gone off the deep end? Or am I just hungry all the time? Maybe both.

Be My Little Baby

Who doesn't love a picture of a wee, fuzzy animal? You know I do. Would you like to start your weekend off with some baby animal eye candy?? Sure you would.

Baby Animalz

Daily Dose of Fuzzy Eye Candy

As I've previously mentioned, I love looking at photos of adorable animals. Today I thought I'd share some of my most recent squee-worthy findings. No captions necessary here -- simply enjoy!

Now try and have a bad day!!

I'm Putty in your Paws

I admit to being a total sucker for anything cute -- especially baby animals. I can spout sarcasm all day, but show me a picture of a baby bunny in a teacup and I suddenly transform into a wide-eyed three-year-old -- "Can I touch the bunny?" My daughter and I pore over photos from the Cute Overload website and squee to the point that my husband evacuates the room, tightly cupping his ears. Just attempt to look at the photos on this site and if you don't melt just a little, then your heart must be nothing but a callous-encrusted frosty nugget. We love this site so much that I bought my daughter the Page-a-Day Cute Overload Calendar. Most mornings, she runs into the kitchen, clutching a torn square of paper, and flashes an image of a mama possum and babies or a fuzzball Corgie puppy in my face. "Can you stand it, Mom?" No, I can't stand it. In fact, if I were holding that Corgie puppy, I must just squeeze him until he squeals. Really. Sometimes I am afraid of how unreasonable I become when holding an animal whose cuteness should be outlawed for fear of injury-by-oversqueezing. So if you ever need a favor or find yourself in a position to broach a troublesome topic with me, initiate the dicussion by sliding me a picture of a wobbly kitten and whatever you want, it's yours.