Sense of direct-shons? No.

CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP:

Eve S., Where’s Bee!?

Alert Cute-porter Johanna S. just alertly alerted us of these delightful, bunnular behbehs. Wait until you see the scale of them!

She says they’re all up for adooooooption! [singsong]

“Dear God, I look like a blue turnip and the Queen wearing plankton.”

Uh, you do know that Dr. Zombie still has claws, Shana L.? [I'm reminded of that snarky ole gem YouKnitWhat!? - Ed]

[...or this. - Ed. the First, i.e. "Theo", ahem]

How did this little cutie escape our attention for over three years? He’s a Brazilian ocelot, born at The Louisville Zoo in November, 2007, and given the suitably diminutive name of… (booming echo effect) El Conquistador!

Photo by Kara Bussabarger for The Louisville Zoo. Found by Jay D. on his blog.

Hoist a tall frosty one — with your cat! Each spring, the quiet German village of Lürkensproingen hosts Bierfest für Katzen, a beer festival for our feline friends. Sample such daring local brews as Wach und Schlief (“Awake and Asleep”), which substitutes catnip for hops in the brewing process.

Danke to Beer Ambassador Kristyn L. (You can spot more photos at SloshSpot.)

Behold some pure, unadulterated, old-couple-style nuzzlence:

[Eye Plinking Xtreme Close Up]

And someone get me Pixar on the phone:

Another beaut from Flickerererer Jessica L.

Yes, it’s another “Airplane!” reference (it was just on TV Friday night). I suppose naming the cat Taters just made the foot seem even more delicious, Misty C.

“I’ll wear the damn giraffe hat, just stop calling me your ‘boo!”

Buddy Love from Mel in Diamond Bar, CA

See?!

Extraordinary measures, caption and photo by Jessica L.!

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Come on Smokie, Sell it!

That’s right, clutch the bone, show me some claws

And look up just a bit, show us your ear flops

And, take 5, there’s milk at the Kraft table—nice job!

Michele H. says this was Smokie’s first shoot, but we don’t believe her. Pet photography hovertexts by For Photography.

OK, listen to this: Rooms overlooking the ocean, free wi-fi, day spa with massage and mud bath, 24-hour butler service, daily in-room flower delivery, 60-inch flat-screen TV, and you get a pug on your pillow when you check in.

… and a free monogrammed robe that says Yumi W.

Apparently Ginge never learned the most important lesson from “A Christmas Story”:

“I weewy, weewy wish you had wahned me about dis befuhand.“

It’s all in Good Humor, Maria F.

[To a very few folks out there: Stand down, people. Please. We do understand chocolate isn't pet food. This kitten is taking small licks of the ice cream, not mawing a pound of baker's semi-sweet. And to the rest of you, carry on. - Ed.]

This Fennec Fox Maltese Persian tea with just a touch of polar bear is ready pretty quickly—don’t let it steep too long before slurping!

One lump or two, Ana Ana?

In the words of this internet generation, OM NOM NOM.

Thank you Meg, NomTom, Prongs… heck, thanks EVERYBODY, fer cryin out loud!

Those imbecile penguins are trying to hotwire that boat again, and if I cared more, I’d get up a few days from now to tell them that I have the keys. Instead, I’ll just stare at these bananas and will them to ripen.

“Madagascar” got it all wrong, Marilyn T.

Photo by Hermann Erber/Photo Library, and read more about the Sifaka lemur in Nat Geo, naturally.

It’s not a whatzit, it’s a baby tapir, with the kind of nose-snout-mini-trunk thingie, and the stripey-spotted fuzzy outsides, and it was born last January at the San Diego Place With the Buildings With the Animals In Them and the Stuff.

Sent by Marilyn T. over at NatGeoNewsWatch! with the e-mail and the whatever. Photo by Ken Bohn.