That flat face allows for perfect nomnomnom. And if you’re a dog you better get out of the way for this cat is about to go to town on your watermelon.
That’s nuts! It’s equal to me stuffing a whole watermelon or two into my mouth.
Photos taken by JocelyneR.
If you wish to summon a horde of obedient turtles to do your bidding, bring a magic cucumber (freshly peeled!) to the local pond as an offering. If you’re very lucky and your cucumber is fresh enough, the Turtle Queen may honor you with an appearance.
Jack Meowuer as he water-boards a suspected terrorist: “I have coughed up two hairballs since midnight and I haven’t slept in over 24 hours. So maybe you should tell me where the catnip is before I get really angry!”
Apparently July is National Watermelon Month! So to honor this great month here are some polar bears with their natural prey, the watermelon. I tell you, those things are everywhere you look in polar bear country.
It’s really the noise that makes this one. Sounds like a cross between a whining toddler and Donald Duck… but somehow adorable.
Dramatic chipmunk fell a long way after his 15 minutes of Internet fame. Hooked on pills and carrot shavings, he quickly gained 25 ounces and lost his home, wife, and job. He now spends his days begging for biscuits, gorging himself in an attempt to forget his sordid past.
Right so he grew up, moved in with his girlfriend, still comes back, strolls in and takes food at will… Sounds like a teenager to me.
After falling down a chimney and into a seaside home, Mr Pooh the seagull was destined to become a very confused young bird.
The herring gull was adopted by June and Steve Grimwood, who found him as a soot-covered baby in their fireplace – and now appears to believe he is actually a cat.
The couple brought him up with their cats, providing a basket from which he acquired a taste for Whiskas.
Three years later, Mr Pooh has left the family home, but only as far as a nest on the roof with a female partner. And he can’t resist returning-three times a day for his favourite-food, announcing his arrival by tapping on the door.
The Grimwoods, from Shoreham-by-Sea in West Sussex, found him as a baby after he popped out of the chimney three years ago covered in black soot.
Mr Grimwood, 52, said: ‘His parents were long gone so we looked after him in the garden for a few days. We have three cats and at first they were a bit wary of him but after a week or so he was eating cat food out of a bowl with them.
‘I think he thought he was a cat.
Now Mitzi, Gus and Henry let him share their food when he flies down from the roof, where he has nested with a female.
June Grimwood, 50, said: ‘He comes to visit three times a day for breakfast, dinner and tea and makes himself known by pecking on the door to come in.
‘He doesn’t try to attack us because he is used to us.”
At first the cats were quite wary of him but after a week they were eating out a bowl together. He’ll also often wander in and help himself to cat food.
”He’ll often just wander in and help himself to cat food or the cats’ biscuits.
‘He also knows the sound of the fridge door opening and he’ll come in for that as well.
‘He’s just like another pet in the family and even comes when he is called.