No...it's a sheep!
No...it's a PIG!??!
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Showing posts with label animals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label animals. Show all posts
20 April 2010
Look, it's a cottonball!
No...it's a sweater!
No...it's a sheep!
No...it's a PIG!??!
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Holy cow... (I meant, pig)
No...it's a sheep!
No...it's a PIG!??!
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14 April 2010
05 April 2010
Squirrels and their nuts
Remember the squirrels in England that loved their coconuts? http://allcarbon.blogspot.com/2010/03/nice-nuts.html
Well, F has finally gotten around to creating her coconut helmet. She reports that the "stupid squirrel
Well, F has finally gotten around to creating her coconut helmet. She reports that the "stupid squirrel
| can't figure out how to get inside my coconut helmet." |
31 March 2010
Getting old just isn't that GRRRREEAAAAT
S.F. Zoo pulls Tony the tiger from moat
This is probably what I'll end up doing when I'm old and senile.
26 March 2010
F says, "Poor alligator, probably swimming around thinking 'Where the fuck am I? This don't look like Georgia.'"
Fresh water alligator found 20 miles out to sea swimming with whales
This is why animals love F so much. Because she always knows exactly what they're thinking.
This is why animals love F so much. Because she always knows exactly what they're thinking.
10 March 2010
Nice nuts
Recently, F told me about her new squirrel friend. She noticed that he spent a lot of time in her yard, so she left him a few seed on the patio. The next day, the seeds were gone, but the squirrel had left her a present. A peanut.
This is her next project: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1256202/The-squirrels-love-stuck-coconuts.html
23 February 2010
I'll admit, I lizzed a bit
One of the funnier websites I've seen lately. I'll admit to a bit of lizzing when I saw it.
Fuck You, Penguin
Fuck You, Penguin
25 January 2010
This is why people shouldn't let their pets run loose
Because not everyone will stop for animals crossing the street.
Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1244106/Cat-boarded-bus-day-years-killed-hit-run.html#ixzz0ibbgxC6z
A cat which became famous for catching the same bus every day for four years has been run over and killed - while crossing the road to catch its daily lift.
Crafty Casper died in a hit and run accident as he tried to board the No3 service.
He hopped on the bus around 10am every morning and sat on the back seat throughout its entire 11 mile route.
Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1244106/Cat-boarded-bus-day-years-killed-hit-run.html#ixzz0ibbgxC6z
22 December 2009
Boby can count!
I was telling my parents about CKY's dog Monty. Monty once found tennis balls at the dog park, and he had a lovely time chasing them. To Monty's disappointment, the next time he was at the dog park a few days later, there were no tennis balls to be found. A few days after that, Monty and CKY were about to head out to the dog park when Monty went to his toy chest and picked up a tennis ball. He carried that tennis ball in his mouth all the way to the dog park. Somehow, Monty was smart enough to remember that the last time he was at the park, there were no tennis balls, so he ought to bring his own.
Dad was completely unimpressed with the story. (I told you Boby's his fave family member!)
"So what?" he asked. "Our dog is way smarter than that. He can count."
It turns out that my parents were being silly when they realized that the dog counts. My dad is usually the one to walk Boby while everyone else walks alongside them. Once, mom fell behind and hid around the corner. Once Boby realized that my Mom wasn't walking alongside them, he refused to keep walking until he was able to find her. Instead, he walked in circles, sniffed all over the place and looked behind bushes, buildings, etc. I was impressed that the dog was able to register that someone was missing. Eventually, my mom walked up from wherever she was hiding, and the dog ran up to her and nipped at her until she caught up with everyone else. The next night, Boby nipped at my mother as my parents passed by the place my mother had gone "missing" the night before. He somehow remembered the previos evening. My parents think Boby's habits are innate, since he's part some sort of herding dog.
Dad was completely unimpressed with the story. (I told you Boby's his fave family member!)
"So what?" he asked. "Our dog is way smarter than that. He can count."
It turns out that my parents were being silly when they realized that the dog counts. My dad is usually the one to walk Boby while everyone else walks alongside them. Once, mom fell behind and hid around the corner. Once Boby realized that my Mom wasn't walking alongside them, he refused to keep walking until he was able to find her. Instead, he walked in circles, sniffed all over the place and looked behind bushes, buildings, etc. I was impressed that the dog was able to register that someone was missing. Eventually, my mom walked up from wherever she was hiding, and the dog ran up to her and nipped at her until she caught up with everyone else. The next night, Boby nipped at my mother as my parents passed by the place my mother had gone "missing" the night before. He somehow remembered the previos evening. My parents think Boby's habits are innate, since he's part some sort of herding dog.
10 December 2009
the menagerie at my parents' house
I'm at my parents home in Hong Kong, and I feel very much the tourist these days. When I lived in Hong Kong for three years before heading back to the States for college, my parents lived on Hong Kong Island, within easy access to the financial district, downtown and shopping. These days, they're located in the "countryside" (by HK standards) a good half hour from the hustle and bustle of a town center and at least an hour and a half (by buses and/or trains) from downtown and the financial district. The change in pace of life seems to agree with them and their pets.
Here's Mimi. She used to be the crankiest and vainest cat I knew, but now that she's gotten old, she doesn't spend as much time grooming herself. Instead, she suns herself during the day, and begs for table scraps during mealtimes. As she's aged, she's gotten smaller and smaller. I can now hold her tiny fluffy body in the palm of my hand.
Swai Ge loosely translates to Handsome Guy in English. He's some shorthaired cat (I forget what kind of cat he is, but my mom's told me a million times), and he truly is a beautiful animal. He's lazy though and has gotten bit chunky in the middle since I last saw him. He has an engine-like purr, and is extremely affectionate, often seeking out people who'll pet him or scratch him under the chin. Don't let his friendliness fool you into trying to pick him up though. Swai Ge is scared of heights, and the second any of his paws leave the ground, he freaks. I have the scratch marks on my arms to prove it.
Finally, here's Boby, my dad's favorite family member. My parents' neighbor found him as an abandoned puppy six years ago, and my parents adopted him. He's territorial and will bark at anyone that so much as walks in front of my parents' front gate, but he's a total scaredy cat. He's scared of Swai Ge, dogs that don't bark, and huskies. What he doesn't have in brawn, he makes up with smarts. He seems to understand anything my dad says to him, and when he feels like it, he'll listen. Alas, he's also a pervert. He'll hump the leg of any female (people) that walks through the gate despite lacking the balls to back it up.
Here's Mimi. She used to be the crankiest and vainest cat I knew, but now that she's gotten old, she doesn't spend as much time grooming herself. Instead, she suns herself during the day, and begs for table scraps during mealtimes. As she's aged, she's gotten smaller and smaller. I can now hold her tiny fluffy body in the palm of my hand.
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| From The Menagerie at My Parents' House |
Swai Ge loosely translates to Handsome Guy in English. He's some shorthaired cat (I forget what kind of cat he is, but my mom's told me a million times), and he truly is a beautiful animal. He's lazy though and has gotten bit chunky in the middle since I last saw him. He has an engine-like purr, and is extremely affectionate, often seeking out people who'll pet him or scratch him under the chin. Don't let his friendliness fool you into trying to pick him up though. Swai Ge is scared of heights, and the second any of his paws leave the ground, he freaks. I have the scratch marks on my arms to prove it.
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| From The Menagerie at My Parents' House |
Finally, here's Boby, my dad's favorite family member. My parents' neighbor found him as an abandoned puppy six years ago, and my parents adopted him. He's territorial and will bark at anyone that so much as walks in front of my parents' front gate, but he's a total scaredy cat. He's scared of Swai Ge, dogs that don't bark, and huskies. What he doesn't have in brawn, he makes up with smarts. He seems to understand anything my dad says to him, and when he feels like it, he'll listen. Alas, he's also a pervert. He'll hump the leg of any female (people) that walks through the gate despite lacking the balls to back it up.
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| From The Menagerie at My Parents' House |
05 August 2009
So cute, I might puke.
http://gawker.com/5270201/pixar-search-no-further-for-your-next-adorable-character
02 June 2009
I love mascots
I know that's weird, but I'm a little obsessed with them. Not in a creepy fetishist way, but because mascots usually involve the anthropomorphization of animals. Animals don't have human characteristics! That'd be CRAZY! (Except for the animals on the Brian Fellows show, that is.)
24 February 2009
in other words, my dog would be a cat
Who knew that dogsitting was a life lesson?
I dog sat Doggie Chloe while her mommie was on vacation. I loved having a dog in the apartment again, but when Mocha has stayed with us, B's always been the one to take care of here. After a week of dogsitting, this is what I now know:
1. A dog's personality is a reflection of her owner's personality. Chloe reminds me so much of her owner. Chloe is sweet, affectionate, neurotic and lacks discipline.
2. I am not ready for responsibility. My entire weekend was planned around Chloe's walking, bathroom and feeding schedule. When I went out on Friday and Saturday nights, I'd walk her before I left at 9pm, and when I returned at 2 or 3am, I'd walk her again. I'd then get up at 8am and walk her again.
3. Dogs are messy. Chloe is 9 years old and incontinent, especially when she's excited. There were times when I was petting her and I'd notice a pool of yellow streaming out from underneath her while she tried to snuggle closer so I could pet her more. I spent a lot of time cleaning up dog pee and mopping my floors. Chloe peed in my room, on the living room rug and on the kitchen floor.
4. Dogs are cute. I wore my Puff Rider jacket every time I walked the dog, and after a while, Chloe came to associate the jacket as play time. After we got in from an AM walk, I put my jacket on the arm of the counch and went to fill Chloe's food and water bowls. When I returned turned around, I noticed Chloe had moved my jacket. She was sitting on the couch with the jacket piled into a comfy dog bed under her. She cocked her head to one side and looked at me as if to say, what? It's comfortable!
5. If dogs' personalities are a reflection of their owner's, I'm scared to know what sort of personality a dog of mine would have. It'd be some bizarre combination of anal retentive persnickitiness and mellowness. It would need tons of personal space and only want affection when it wanted it. The rest of the time, it'd lay around and sleep a lot. In other words, my dog would be a cat.
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| From 2009 0221 Dogsitting Chloe |
I dog sat Doggie Chloe while her mommie was on vacation. I loved having a dog in the apartment again, but when Mocha has stayed with us, B's always been the one to take care of here. After a week of dogsitting, this is what I now know:
1. A dog's personality is a reflection of her owner's personality. Chloe reminds me so much of her owner. Chloe is sweet, affectionate, neurotic and lacks discipline.
2. I am not ready for responsibility. My entire weekend was planned around Chloe's walking, bathroom and feeding schedule. When I went out on Friday and Saturday nights, I'd walk her before I left at 9pm, and when I returned at 2 or 3am, I'd walk her again. I'd then get up at 8am and walk her again.
3. Dogs are messy. Chloe is 9 years old and incontinent, especially when she's excited. There were times when I was petting her and I'd notice a pool of yellow streaming out from underneath her while she tried to snuggle closer so I could pet her more. I spent a lot of time cleaning up dog pee and mopping my floors. Chloe peed in my room, on the living room rug and on the kitchen floor.
4. Dogs are cute. I wore my Puff Rider jacket every time I walked the dog, and after a while, Chloe came to associate the jacket as play time. After we got in from an AM walk, I put my jacket on the arm of the counch and went to fill Chloe's food and water bowls. When I returned turned around, I noticed Chloe had moved my jacket. She was sitting on the couch with the jacket piled into a comfy dog bed under her. She cocked her head to one side and looked at me as if to say, what? It's comfortable!
5. If dogs' personalities are a reflection of their owner's, I'm scared to know what sort of personality a dog of mine would have. It'd be some bizarre combination of anal retentive persnickitiness and mellowness. It would need tons of personal space and only want affection when it wanted it. The rest of the time, it'd lay around and sleep a lot. In other words, my dog would be a cat.
04 February 2009
15 January 2009
Damn, it's cold out
Here are some pictures of animals enjoying the cold weather in Europe and zoo animals trying to cool down in Australia.
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I especially like the picture of the family of otters that try to go swimming in a frozen lake. :-)
see more picturesI especially like the picture of the family of otters that try to go swimming in a frozen lake. :-)
14 January 2009
Even animals are feeling the effects of the economic recession
Check out this video. It's worth it, I promise.The Wildlife Conservation Society has asked for help to save local zoos and the NYC aquarium from severe budget cuts.
01 December 2008
03 November 2008
A cat obstacle course?!?
WTF! I am strangely fascinated and weirded out at the same time.
An official blueprint for the obstacle course set up last week at Madison Square Garden during the CFA-Iams Cat Championship’s Feline Agility Competition. Revi (pictured), a five-month-old Maine Coon kitten from Richmond, Texas, finished in eight seconds, beating out 29 feline rivals to win the race (which is separate from the best-in-show contest). Her prize: 60 pounds of cat food.
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An official blueprint for the obstacle course set up last week at Madison Square Garden during the CFA-Iams Cat Championship’s Feline Agility Competition. Revi (pictured), a five-month-old Maine Coon kitten from Richmond, Texas, finished in eight seconds, beating out 29 feline rivals to win the race (which is separate from the best-in-show contest). Her prize: 60 pounds of cat food.read more
10 October 2008
The Village Petstore and Charcoal Grill
Banksy's NYC installation:
New Yorkers have welcomed the reclusive graffiti artist Banksy with caution.In his first official exhibition in the city, the Briton has set up a fake pet supply shop, complete with large furry animals, rhesus monkeys and rabbits, in Manhattan.
But the would-be creatures are all fakes created by the artist who aimed to question "our relationship with animals and the ethics and sustainability of factory farming" in his work at The Village Pet Store and Charcoal Grill.
His exhibition, which contains no paintings or graffiti, features a robot monkey wearing headphones and watching television in a cage, a fake-rabbit wearing a pearl necklace, and chicken nuggets with legs, busily dipping themselves in sauce.
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New Yorkers have welcomed the reclusive graffiti artist Banksy with caution.In his first official exhibition in the city, the Briton has set up a fake pet supply shop, complete with large furry animals, rhesus monkeys and rabbits, in Manhattan.
But the would-be creatures are all fakes created by the artist who aimed to question "our relationship with animals and the ethics and sustainability of factory farming" in his work at The Village Pet Store and Charcoal Grill.
His exhibition, which contains no paintings or graffiti, features a robot monkey wearing headphones and watching television in a cage, a fake-rabbit wearing a pearl necklace, and chicken nuggets with legs, busily dipping themselves in sauce.
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