I’ve diligently prepared for this role.

I cultivated my Bethleham accent. I was understudy for Baby Jesus at the Pageant.

I’ve been method-acting as the letter ‘O’ for weeks. I MUST FOCUS!

READY!

Krystal K., that’s some award-winning directing.

Order on Amazon and it will still arrive by Christmas! 2010 CALENDARS! Act now and we’ll send you a Slap Chop! We can’t do this all day! We’ve earned 4.5 stars, which means only one person hates it!

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And the wall calendar looks like this! Here’s what it looks like inside! Here’s August!

Here’s May!

And if you thought you’d only see twelve measly photos on the wall calendar, you’d be wrong! You’ll see pictures in the days too! Check this details action OUT:

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YOU CAN DO EET! Yes, it will look like your stocking swallowed a large square cracker, but the recipient will LOF EET!

And now it’s dedication time.  A reader named Joools writes:  “Dear Casey: I asked Santa for a re-run of my FAVE Xmas CO, the white kitten lying on the white lights… the caption was something like, ‘I lof the lights, they warm all my parts…’ so I could send it to friends… I can’t find it in the archives!”

Well, Joools, here’s that picture again, from the original post in November 2007.

Thanks again to sender-inner Julia G.

This dainty kitty begging for food starts off adorable, and at 0:17 becomes brain-meltingly awesome.  Flappity flap flap!

What IS this cold white stuff? Thank God I’m wearing this faaaaaaaaabulous coat!

Via Niik’s Posterous.

All right, boys, I know things aren’t looking good out there:  We’re down 189 to 3, half our defensive line is in a coma, and our quarterback is curled up in a fetal position in the locker room crying for his mommy.

But don’t give up.  When the team is up against it, and the breaks are beating the boys, I’m asking you to go in there with all you’ve got, and win just one for the Yipper.

Star sender-inner Moriah L. scores another touchdown!

Tuesday:  Almost had him.  Caught a fleeting glimpse of his tail, but the slippery devil vanished again before I could grab it.  But I’m close now — I can sense when he’s near.  And I will wait for him, watch for him, as long as it takes — until I can confront my keepers with the truth:  There is someone else in this cell with me.

I see why you named him Special Ed, Dolly W.

“For my next mystifying illusion, I shall require this ordinary length of rope, and a volunteer from the audience.  If this volunteer were to have, say, some bacon, or a handful of kibble, I shall astound you further by making it disappear.”

Magically cute, Amy L.

During its pre-market session this morning, markets were up almost 3%, exciting traders on the floor.

Looks like things are just ducky, Moriah L.

Cease your criminal activities, evildoer!  Or I shall be forced to subdue you with the awe-inspiring power of my Super Wrist Rat Launcher!

Thanks to super sender-inning sidekick Paige L.!

According to the Daily Mail:

Seven months ago Sisso damaged his right wing and although he has been gradually nursed back to health he is unable to fly. Before the harness came along all he could do was flap aimlessly on the ground.

See another sweet pic and read more over at the Daily Mail. Kudos to Cuteporter Jamie R. for this one.

Der teh der. Will juuuuust take a moment.

Ding! Tanguera, they’re…ready?

Well, here’s something you don’t see everyday. Our friends over at National Geographic report that octopuses have been discovered tip-toeing with coconut-shell halves suctioned to their undersides, then reassembling the halves and disappearing inside for protection.

Pretty amazing stuff.

Check out the full story here.

Thanks, Marilyn T.

When he heard that his owner had bought Kibbles ‘n Bits, he had no idea just how unappetizing the “Bits” would be. In fact, “Bits” bordered on downright annoying:

Finders keepers, Losers weepers! I know you are, but what am I? No backsies, shield for life!

*wink-wink* acknowledged, Priscilla V.

And as for you, Eric S., since it’s too taxing for you to hit ’send’ yourself, we think you owe Priscilla V. a hefty raise. Pronto, “Taunt-o”.

The holidays are almost upon us, when people express their love by exchanging gadgets of dubious utility.  And in that spirit, we’re proud to introduce the latest item in the C.O. product stable: The Cute Overload Executive Decision Maker!

Here’s how it works:  When you feel the need to make a crucial decision, simply 1) Take any coin;  2) Flip the coin and note which side–heads or tails–is face up;  3) Stare at the corresponding photo until the urge to make a decision goes away.

Our readers are gonna flip over this pup, Chelsea L.

Listen to me, my tasty minions! You are my Tator Tot Army, and together we’ll rid the kitchen of Colonel Ketchup!

That’s quite a surname, Cocoa Will-Never-Reveal-Her-Last-Name.

Yoohoo, anyone home? I brought you a fruitcake I made last year!

Hellooooo…? It’s Carl and Agnes! We have non-alcoholic eggnog, Brussel sprouts, and a hankering to sing carols!

Hey, uh, anyone home? Last night I accidentally ran over a grandma. Can I hide out at your place for a few days?

Stella, here! I brought over stuff for scrapbooking! Wow, your peephole is really dirty!

Anyone there? Maude just left me. For a Clydesdale. He pulls a one horse open sleigh or something. Can I come in and talk about it for a few hours?

Wait, that’s not a reverse peephole, right Julie C.?

Sharpen your pencils, class.  Today, you are going to continue last week’s still life exercises, with a special emphasis on contrast.   Study this arrangement, and then capture as best you can the feeling of total stillness, of complete and utter inertia — and then contrast that with the fruit.

Your cat Daniel looks familiar, Tal S.  Has he posed for any motel art?

Excuse Me? When I said I wanted just a hair more of cinnamon, this is not what I meant.

Not even a pound of sugar would sweeten this angry bunny, Kelsey H.