Winter is coming, it’s dangerous to go alone. Take this.

Now that Supercat has mastered flying, the next stop is finding a sidekick. An actual robin bird would do nicely.

 This owl refuses to be distracted from the most important part of any staring competition: Winning.

I have a theory. The size of the turtle is inversely proportional to the amount of cuteness it contains.

This is what I like to call a cuteness weapon of mass awwstruction, it should be labeled as such and tightly controlled by a secret government agency only to be used in a dire need for cuteness.

That anteater is just keeping that hand warm until the sloth arrives. He’s running late.

My first thoughts? How uber tiny it was! Second thoughts? Yikes, its feet are nearly the same size as its head!