Showing posts with label Cuteness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cuteness. Show all posts

Saturday, November 22, 2014

I Hope We All Get To Rub This Pig's Belly This Weekend



I need to rub this tiny pig's belly, like, more than anything.

Britney Spears' "Gimme More" must have been written about baby piglet tummy scratch videos, because that's the only thing that makes sense in this world. Gimme, gimme more piggy vids.

If you have ever in your life seen anything cuter, please share in the comments.




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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

TINY HAMSTER THANKSGIVING IS HERE, AND IT IS THE SH*T



It's almost T-gives, which is pretty exciting in itself, because you get to eat your friggin' face off without mofos judging your every bite. I'LL HAVE A SLICE OF ALL THE PIES, THANK YOU, AND YOU CAN SAY NOTHING.


Sorry, mom.

But what's even better than bottomless crescent rolls? Tiny animals eating GD thimblefuls of cranberry sauce, that's what. Not to mention tiny lattice-topped pies and the wee-est turkey that's ever that's ever wee-ed.

This is the world's cutest Fauxsgiving, ever. So don't even try to top it, Jennifer Lawrence. Or Chris Pratt. Unless Pratt is topless. Maybe give it a go and see what happens.



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Friday, November 14, 2014

Here's A Baby Sea Otter Adorably Learning To Do Baby Sea Otter Stuff



This is the video that your cold, black heart has always needed of a five-week-old sea otter pup (!!!) doing the most adorable shit like learning to swim and squealing over cold water. This little baby lady currently goes by Pup 681, which is a mildly depressing moniker, and was recently found abandoned off the coast of California, which is at least a moderately depressing circumstance. (RIP, sea otter mom.)

If you can't watch all four minutes of this fluffy wonder flapping about, then I just won't have time to tell you about the next time that Jon Hamm's pants-ham-sandwich comes out to eclipse our eyeballs. Sorry, Charlie.



And just in case you can't get enough of #681 (What is she, a Hunger Games refugee? Give her a damn name!), here's two and a half more minutes of furry baby stuff. Her little flipper-flapper things! I can't handle it.


Don't worry, my heart will ice over again in 4.23843 minutes and I'll be back to my regularly scheduled rude-ass-ness. But for the next four and change minutes: SQUEEEEEEEE!!!


via national geographic

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