<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519876504513593833</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 Jul 2011 20:53:54 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Puppy Kitty Bunny</title><description></description><link>http://puppykittybunny.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>laetitia@mademoisellerobot.com (Mademoiselle Robot)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519876504513593833.post-2328551812218533144</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 22:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-13T15:53:53.700-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Animal Kingdom</category><title>O THEY HAS A TINY BUKKIT</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iuOFzh5v8E8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iuOFzh5v8E8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI, PUPPY KITTY BUNNY IS NOT DEAD!&lt;br /&gt;I have just been very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519876504513593833-2328551812218533144?l=puppykittybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://puppykittybunny.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-they-haz-tiny-bucket.html</link><author>laetitia@mademoisellerobot.com (Mademoiselle Robot)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519876504513593833.post-3864864282282334026</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2009 07:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-19T00:12:20.635-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Animal Kingdom</category><title>Animal Idol</title><description>Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1H0TRG0yZ8I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1H0TRG0yZ8I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519876504513593833-3864864282282334026?l=puppykittybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://puppykittybunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/animal-idol.html</link><author>laetitia@mademoisellerobot.com (Mademoiselle Robot)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519876504513593833.post-4127440341011099194</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 22:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-05T16:01:41.068-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Animal Kingdom</category><title>hellz yeah!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey there, Pygmy &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerboa"&gt;Jerboa&lt;/a&gt;! You are pretty cute, over there, just washin' those 2 cm square of fur you've got goin' on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HIGH FIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:78%;" &gt;*squashes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sorry little friend, but you are so small, you can't even handle the power of my high five. I wonder who would win in a boxing match between you and a ladybug. Actually no, I know. The ladybug would knock you out. But don't worry, it is definitely you I want to cuddle all night with a chopstick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PJnn-wMPU9w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PJnn-wMPU9w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519876504513593833-4127440341011099194?l=puppykittybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://puppykittybunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/hellz-yeah.html</link><author>laetitia@mademoisellerobot.com (Mademoiselle Robot)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519876504513593833.post-5023490404353841182</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 20:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-04T13:23:21.370-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Animal Kingdom</category><title>YOU GEE ELLE WHY YOU AIN'T GOT NO ALIBI</title><description>You're UGLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry, baby Aye Aye, you may be cute, but you are mainly extremely ugly. I suppose if you were to participate in Aye Aye Next Top Model, Tyra Banks would probably tell you you are pretty ugly. And I wouldn't disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you would be awesome in those super edgy high fashion shoots. You know the ones where you pose like a total lunatic, bend over backwards, hunch that back and prick those ears. Or maybe you could just be a hand model? I don't know, man, maybe your career isn't in modelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/SigsOSXml7I/AAAAAAAABmg/KVlsOA-i_2U/s1600-h/Picture-of-a-real-alien-or-Baby-Opossum-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/SigsOSXml7I/AAAAAAAABmg/KVlsOA-i_2U/s400/Picture-of-a-real-alien-or-Baby-Opossum-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343569581835720626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can come out of your bucket though, we're all your friends, we promise not to make fun of you. To be honest, I'd be shit scared of making fun of you. Your face screams "don't mess with me or else...". Have you just joined the local Fight Club?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/SigsOjF_eKI/AAAAAAAABmo/Eywu_0LCENQ/s1600-h/baby%2Baye%2Baye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/SigsOjF_eKI/AAAAAAAABmo/Eywu_0LCENQ/s400/baby%2Baye%2Baye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343569586325256354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really hope you don't also have bad breath like that dude below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/SigsOzZSkcI/AAAAAAAABmw/-FZa3Fr7Yrg/s1600-h/baby-lemur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/SigsOzZSkcI/AAAAAAAABmw/-FZa3Fr7Yrg/s400/baby-lemur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343569590701167042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He might be slightly cuter, but gosh, he is smelly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519876504513593833-5023490404353841182?l=puppykittybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://puppykittybunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-gee-elle-why-you-aint-got-no-alibi.html</link><author>laetitia@mademoisellerobot.com (Mademoiselle Robot)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/SigsOSXml7I/AAAAAAAABmg/KVlsOA-i_2U/s72-c/Picture-of-a-real-alien-or-Baby-Opossum-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519876504513593833.post-6954909416264116695</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2009 08:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-31T01:09:59.375-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Killer bunnies</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pups</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Kitties woooo</category><title>Bunny vs. Kitty vs. Puppy</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/cheezburger"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt; channel of &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;I Can Has Cheezburger&lt;/a&gt; is an endless source of entertainment. I like to have short Sunday watching sessions with Mila. We sit in the bed and watch 5 or 6 videos of animals doing stupid things. Our favourite today is this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_5cF_PFLr34&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_5cF_PFLr34&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Followed closely by this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o40NtdiMY-4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o40NtdiMY-4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519876504513593833-6954909416264116695?l=puppykittybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://puppykittybunny.blogspot.com/2009/05/bunny-vs-kitty-vs-puppy.html</link><author>laetitia@mademoisellerobot.com (Mademoiselle Robot)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519876504513593833.post-3615242277409927584</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2009 07:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-27T05:01:09.626-07:00</atom:updated><title>Oh my, if it isn't the Silky Hen...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know it has been a long time since I last updated this blog, and I was *this* close to stop updating altogether and then I thought "you know what, if there is an animal who looks like this on this planet, then you must carry on posting on PKB". This animal, ladies and gentlemen is the Silky Hen. I almost wish I could write its name in glitter animated gif because it is so ridiculous(ly) perfect(ly) (retarded). Oh wait... Wait... I CAN, because such is the power of the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDM*MTExMjMwMTAmcHQ9MTI*MzQxMTE1NTU4NSZwPTc*MzIxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPWJkZDQ*NjhkYTdmMTQ1YjZiMWVmZjE5MzYzYzhjNzgx.gif" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sparklee.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img108.mytextgraphics.com/sparklee/2009/05/27/eb949fbb2c2dd31bd46d6c489b2b3c46.gif" alt="Hot Text - http://www.sparklee.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you really need for a full grasp of what exactly being a silky hen entails is a body shot of our new friend. Your first reaction will probably be something like "why is she showing us a picture of a silly pompom with a stick?". The second time you look at it, after you put your glasses on, you will notice said pompom has feet, and a beak. "A BEAK?!?". Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this is a hen. A completely over the top hen. A bloody effing silky feathered CHICKEN. Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/Shzs-YhtvVI/AAAAAAAABmA/lHsITngE-pY/s1600-h/3509c64bea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 597px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/Shzs-YhtvVI/AAAAAAAABmA/lHsITngE-pY/s400/3509c64bea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340403814634470738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I have a winter hat that looks strangely like hers actually. JUST CHECK OUT THAT HAIR. How does she see? Does she bump into walls all the time? Because if she does then she just won the award for the most retarded animal ever, stealing it from the Tibetan Fox (who has been holding on to this award for 5 consecutive years, so that is saying something).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/Shzs2NwEYVI/AAAAAAAABl4/Mdo8SK1ncrI/s1600-h/silkie%2Bhen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/Shzs2NwEYVI/AAAAAAAABl4/Mdo8SK1ncrI/s400/silkie%2Bhen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340403674302931282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But you know, there I was looking at a photo of the Silky Hen and shouting at her to go back to Narnia, evil Snow Queen in between two laughing fits and there they were, Sister Sledge, posing for the photo as if their lives depended on it. I bet the conversation went something like this: "Bawkbawk BAGAWK? BAWKbawkbawk!!! Bagawk? BAWKBAWK. Bawk!" which roughly translates as "So I look left and you look right? NO YOU LOOK RIGHT, I LOOK LEFT!!! And Whitey? IN THE MIDDLE YOU IDIOT. Oh ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/ShztPRjioSI/AAAAAAAABmI/xJKgVZwF0L8/s1600-h/3461425787_0774445cb7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/ShztPRjioSI/AAAAAAAABmI/xJKgVZwF0L8/s400/3461425787_0774445cb7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340404104820859170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since you have been so patient with me, I give you the motion picture, triple Oscar winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfdSojsbI78&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfdSojsbI78&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Boy, I wish every wednesday could bring something as life altering as the Silky Hen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519876504513593833-3615242277409927584?l=puppykittybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://puppykittybunny.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-my-if-it-isnt-silky-hen.html</link><author>laetitia@mademoisellerobot.com (Mademoiselle Robot)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/Shzs-YhtvVI/AAAAAAAABmA/lHsITngE-pY/s72-c/3509c64bea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519876504513593833.post-5667091113840952536</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 17:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-01T10:12:37.380-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Animal Kingdom</category><title>Hedgehog eating a carrot</title><description>I can't believe I haven't already posted this here, as it is one of my favourite animal videos EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nw-IAYxu5uo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nw-IAYxu5uo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just can't get enough of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519876504513593833-5667091113840952536?l=puppykittybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://puppykittybunny.blogspot.com/2009/04/hedgehog-eating-carrot.html</link><author>laetitia@mademoisellerobot.com (Mademoiselle Robot)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519876504513593833.post-3133297960200627691</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 14:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-27T07:22:44.998-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Animal Kingdom</category><title>Animals in the bath</title><description>My friend just sent me &lt;a href="http://www.bestweekever.tv/2009/03/26/50-animals-who-hate-baths/"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt;, which is possibly the best thing to come out of the internet since the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dancing_Banana"&gt;dancing banana&lt;/a&gt;. To be perfectly honest, I am a bit jealous I didn't come up with the idea of a top 50 animals in the bath myself. But I am glad someone did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my three favourites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bestweekever.tv/bwe/images/2009/03/BATH-HATER-49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://www.bestweekever.tv/bwe/images/2009/03/BATH-HATER-49.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took me a little while to figure out this was a guinea pig as its nose dangerously resembles evil eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bestweekever.tv/bwe/images/2009/03/BATH-HATER-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 348px;" src="http://www.bestweekever.tv/bwe/images/2009/03/BATH-HATER-28.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hedgehogs are filthy little critters, so if you have one at home, make sure you bath him regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bestweekever.tv/bwe/images/2009/03/BATH-HATER-61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.bestweekever.tv/bwe/images/2009/03/BATH-HATER-61.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't even know you could keep those as pets. I am en route to my local pet shop to demand that they sell me one. I hear they give great hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519876504513593833-3133297960200627691?l=puppykittybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://puppykittybunny.blogspot.com/2009/03/animals-in-bath.html</link><author>laetitia@mademoisellerobot.com (Mademoiselle Robot)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519876504513593833.post-3507601237301628017</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 15:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-20T08:59:46.489-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Kitties woooo</category><title>Crazy cat lady</title><description>This woman has 130 cats. Results. I sometimes dream I live in a giant manor with about the same number of cats. I wouldn't really want that in my 2 bedroom flat though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bp0Q3UJHrkU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bp0Q3UJHrkU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love cats, and if I found strays I would be totally tempted to take them home with me, but no way I would keep so many cats in the same house. At one point in my life, I lived with four cats, as me and my two cats moved in with a boy who already had two cats. It was a nightmare, they kept chasing each other around the flat, we had to change the litters all the time etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, the other day, I was having a conversation with Mr Moose about animals. He was asking me, as we were walking down the street which animals I would take home if I found them in the street. It went a bit like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Moose: If you found a puppy in the street would you bring him home?&lt;br /&gt;Me: OF COURSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Moose: If you found a hedgehog in the street, would you bring him home?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, as a matter of fact I have done it before!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Moose: If you found a baby lion in the street would you bring him home?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Moose: If you found a snake in the street would you bring him home?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes. But I wouldn't cuddle him.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Moose: Is there any animal you wouldn't bring home?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope, just bugs.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Moose: Even if you found a tarentula you would bring it home?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, and I would leave it on your pillow as a hairy present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like this type of conversations about zombies, you should have a look at my favourite overtheponders &lt;a href="http://thehummingwires.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-zombie-talk-its-bound-to-happen.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519876504513593833-3507601237301628017?l=puppykittybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://puppykittybunny.blogspot.com/2009/03/crazy-cat-lady.html</link><author>laetitia@mademoisellerobot.com (Mademoiselle Robot)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519876504513593833.post-2824113794232354958</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 09:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-13T02:32:20.143-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Kitties woooo</category><title>YAWN!</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2GWPOPSXGYI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2GWPOPSXGYI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually not far from what I feel like today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519876504513593833-2824113794232354958?l=puppykittybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://puppykittybunny.blogspot.com/2009/03/yawn.html</link><author>laetitia@mademoisellerobot.com (Mademoiselle Robot)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519876504513593833.post-994965302915994760</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2009 09:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-12T02:38:55.454-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Kitties woooo</category><title>A rap about a cat</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, you read the title just fine. This dude in what looks like silk trackpants wrote a rap about his cat. And posted it on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also write songs about my cats, I don't put them on YouTube. Maybe I should...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tr02nBVdtPo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tr02nBVdtPo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519876504513593833-994965302915994760?l=puppykittybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://puppykittybunny.blogspot.com/2009/03/rap-about-cat.html</link><author>laetitia@mademoisellerobot.com (Mademoiselle Robot)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519876504513593833.post-8216657270807498303</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2009 09:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-11T03:04:32.158-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Planet of the Apes</category><title>Chimpanzee gone apeshit</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.primates.com/chimps/chimpanzee-picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 399px;" src="http://www.primates.com/chimps/chimpanzee-picture.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chimpanzee from Stockholm zoo has been collecting stones from around his cage to throw at visitors. The zookeepers have found hundreds of stones stashed around his enclosure, ready for blitz attacks on people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoologists say it confirms the ability of Chimps to think ahead and plan events. All I have to say is "I BLOODY KNEW IT!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the stupid sounds made by the humans in the video below, it is just here to give you an idea of what a chimp going apeshit looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fDkudPGqTK8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fDkudPGqTK8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the chimp probably just watched Madagascar and got inspired by the two poo throwing monkeys... Or am I the only one remembering this part of the film?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519876504513593833-8216657270807498303?l=puppykittybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://puppykittybunny.blogspot.com/2009/03/chimpanzee-gone-apeshit.html</link><author>laetitia@mademoisellerobot.com (Mademoiselle Robot)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519876504513593833.post-7449472142191360736</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2009 09:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-11T02:53:56.594-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Swimming with the fishes</category><title>I've crossed oceans of time to find you</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/SbeJhfWxfKI/AAAAAAAABdc/hNxmAq70O1E/s1600-h/_45553986_fishlong466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/SbeJhfWxfKI/AAAAAAAABdc/hNxmAq70O1E/s400/_45553986_fishlong466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311865493952494754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, say "O HAI" to the Dracula fish. He literally has crossed oceans of time to find you. Not that he is going to do any harm, as he is only 1.7 cm long (aaawwwww tiny vampire fish *swoons*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/SbeJhgE_zUI/AAAAAAAABdk/50ws1OBELkc/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/SbeJhgE_zUI/AAAAAAAABdk/50ws1OBELkc/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311865494146370882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who knows though, maybe at the bottom of the sea there is a whole True Blood scenario going on, and we know nothing about it. I am pretty excited about that. A fish with teeth is exciting already, but a fish with FANGS rulez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read something a bit more scientific about Dracula, check this &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/7935482.stm"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photos from BBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519876504513593833-7449472142191360736?l=puppykittybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://puppykittybunny.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-crossed-oceans-of-time-to-find-you.html</link><author>laetitia@mademoisellerobot.com (Mademoiselle Robot)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/SbeJhfWxfKI/AAAAAAAABdc/hNxmAq70O1E/s72-c/_45553986_fishlong466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519876504513593833.post-4535029905561024718</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2009 17:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-07T09:19:08.728-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Favourite Animals</category><title>My favourite animals / The Tibetan Fox</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/SbKpdn0suFI/AAAAAAAABdU/fLKDSrQNqYA/s1600-h/Tibetan%2BFox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/SbKpdn0suFI/AAAAAAAABdU/fLKDSrQNqYA/s400/Tibetan%2BFox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310493236994553938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first time I saw the Tibetan Fox was in a BBC Planet Earth documentary, he was chasing a Pika. After watching it, I went on the internet to find images of a Pika, and instead I found this shot of the Tibetan Fox, which I then named "Retarded Wolf". Rather apt name, if you ignore the mistake on the species. This photo haunted me for weeks, particularly as it was my desktop photo and I used to forget about it and then shut a window and piss myself (yes, I know it happens fairly often, but I blame the animals).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after a bit of research, I discovered that the "Retarded Wolf" was really a fox and more precisely a Tibetan Fox. The video below is from Planet Earth and show's the square headed retard in action. Sorry, I meant fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8N47YoK1Y6c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8N47YoK1Y6c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519876504513593833-4535029905561024718?l=puppykittybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://puppykittybunny.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-favourite-animals-tibetan-fox.html</link><author>laetitia@mademoisellerobot.com (Mademoiselle Robot)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/SbKpdn0suFI/AAAAAAAABdU/fLKDSrQNqYA/s72-c/Tibetan%2BFox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519876504513593833.post-5373794833663080237</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2009 22:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-04T14:31:23.792-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Birdie num num</category><title>Frostie the dancing Cockatoo</title><description>It's wednesday night. As it often happens, I am on YouTube watching animal videos. Except that now, thanks to my new baby Puppy Kitty Bunny, I feel like I am doing it with a purpose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is in the name of research that I clicked the link tweeted by &lt;a href="http://thegluttonousvegan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Naomi Rose&lt;/a&gt; and found Frostie the dancing Cockatoo dancing his feathered butt off on my computer screen. The results: I almost wet the bed, woke Mr Moose up as I was laughing so hard &amp;amp; proceeded to watch the video a second time &amp;amp; a third &amp;amp; a fourth, till my zygomatic muscles begged for mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0bt9xBuGWgw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0bt9xBuGWgw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frostie has his &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/OnePickieChickie"&gt;own channel&lt;/a&gt; on YouTube, so please be my guest and browse through all his amazing videos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519876504513593833-5373794833663080237?l=puppykittybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://puppykittybunny.blogspot.com/2009/03/frostie-dancing-cockatoo.html</link><author>laetitia@mademoisellerobot.com (Mademoiselle Robot)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519876504513593833.post-72358397229673912</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2009 18:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-04T10:35:47.704-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pet interviews</category><title>Mia Angle Bootie Wimmer &amp; Ophelia Jaguar Devouring a Hare Putti Wimmer</title><description>Mia &amp;amp; Ophelia are &lt;a href="http://www.planetwimmer.com/"&gt;Eric and Maria&lt;/a&gt;'s pet felines. And I should have probably called this blog Puppy Kitty Bunny Eric Maria", because so far, they have been very involved in this project, and I have to say it has been fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/Sa7JtKjr98I/AAAAAAAABac/zrcZSwYSai0/s1600-h/mia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/Sa7JtKjr98I/AAAAAAAABac/zrcZSwYSai0/s400/mia3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309402788481726402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been sitting at our dining room table for little over 20 minutes now. My arranged interview was at 9:00 am, it’s now 9:21 am. Cats have a stigma for doing things on their own time, but this is ridiculous. I was told by their “agent” (aka. Bumblebee, our basset hound) that they tend to spend a little too much time on their look. This better be good., after all, I’ve got better things to do with my morning than interview a couple of divas. Wait…hold on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The bedroom door slightly opens and I am greeted by Mia Angle Bootie Wimmer. She’s a beautiful 9 year old Siamese. She looks good for her age.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E.K.: Hello Mia, how are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia: I’m good. I’m just a little cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E.K.: Cranky, why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia: Well, you know my on-again-off-again relationship with the scale right? It’s just….I’ve put on a couple of unwanted pounds. Nothing fits right now, which makes it hard to look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E.K.: So you’re wearing no clothes because you couldn’t find any clothes that fit or because you’re a cat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia: I guess both. Look, let’s change the topic. I mean, I’ve been feeling a little bloated, but at least I’m no Ophelia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We both laugh, and then we’re suddenly greeted by a alarmingly high pitched meow coming from the larger of the two cats, Ophelia Jaguar Devouring a Hare Putti Wimmer. She’s a 9 year old Maine Coon with a superiority complex and a flair for the dramatic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ophelia: Did I hear my name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia: No, no. I was just mentioning to E.K. that I love what he’s done with the living room. I love how he’s re-arranged the artwork, it really changes the vibe of the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ophelia: What-ev’s, you should be talking about me. Speaking of me, what do you think of my outfit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ophelia isn’t wearing any clothes, just a collar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E.K.: You don’t have an outfit on. Both of you don’t. What took so long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia: Well, if you must know we weren’t actually putting on clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E.K.: Really? I would have never guessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia: No, we were getting into mischief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E.K.: What? Why would you tell me that? You know you’re going to get in trouble. What did you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ophelia: Please…save the drama (she raises one paw up). You won’t do anything, we’re cats. Anyway it was hilarious. I pulled out a really important photo and started chewing on the corners. You won’t miss that wedding photo will you? Mia (Ophelia laughs) girl, what were you up to? It sounded like you were having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia: Ha! Yeah, I was peeing outside of the litter box! I know it’s been 9 years, but it’s just so funny to make E.K. clean up my urine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E.K.: What? So while I was waiting to do an interview with my cats you where chewing photos and peeing on the floor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ophelia: Duh? What did you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I get up to make a cup of coffee and we decide to move the conversation into the study. Mia jumps up onto the windowsill to soak up some sun. Ophelia comes in a little bit later and lays against a pile of magazines stacked on the floor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E.K.: Ophelia you’ve always been very lazy. Does it bother you that Maria and I call you Loaf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ophelia: Does it bother you that Mia and I call you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She’s quickly interrupted by Mia.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia: She’s just messing around, we don’t have a nickname for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I see a quick wink shot to Ophelia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E.K.: Mia did you just wink at Ophelia? What’s my nickname?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia: Mellow out man. I just got a little sunshine in my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ophelia: Are we done yet? I’m bored. Do we get paid for this interview?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E.K.: What? You’re cats. What could you possibly want to buy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia: Well, I don’t know about Oph, but I’m currently bidding on E-bay for this amazing bag of Jamaican Catnip! I just need a pick-me-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ophelia: Oh snap! You getting that Catnip? We’re going to party when that comes in the mail! Just try and keep it together. Last time you were like a crazy woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia: I can’t promise anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Both cats laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E.K.: Wait…what are you cats up to when I’m sleeping at night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ophelia: Dude, you don’t even want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The cats give each other a high five with their paws and exit the room. I guess they ended the interview.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519876504513593833-72358397229673912?l=puppykittybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://puppykittybunny.blogspot.com/2009/03/mia-angle-bootie-wimmer-ophelia-jaguar.html</link><author>laetitia@mademoisellerobot.com (Mademoiselle Robot)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/Sa7JtKjr98I/AAAAAAAABac/zrcZSwYSai0/s72-c/mia3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519876504513593833.post-5767529180673743802</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2009 12:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-04T04:27:06.792-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pups</category><title>Bizkit, the sleep walking dog</title><description>Because I can never sleep, I often find myself wandering around my flat at night, and taking a sneaky peek at my sleeping cats. If I catch them mid-dream, the sight is generally hilarious. A bit like Bizkit the sleep walking dog. Poor pup, waking up his head in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z2BgjH_CtIA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z2BgjH_CtIA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://maria-rose.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maria&lt;/a&gt; for sharing this with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519876504513593833-5767529180673743802?l=puppykittybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://puppykittybunny.blogspot.com/2009/03/bizkit-sleep-walking-dog.html</link><author>laetitia@mademoisellerobot.com (Mademoiselle Robot)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519876504513593833.post-8787408731361364609</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 15:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-03T08:08:50.468-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Museums</category><title>The Grant Museum of Zoology, London</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mademoisellerobot/3325320619/" title="Grant Museum by Mademoiselle Robot, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 746px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3636/3325320619_28c16feb92_b.jpg" alt="Grant Museum" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I spent the afternoon at the Grant Museum of Zoology. It is part of UCL and tucked away in a side street off Torrington place, WC1. It is the only university zoological museum left and is the home of over 62.000 specimens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mademoisellerobot/3326147074/" title="Grant Museum by Mademoiselle Robot, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3639/3326147074_24d00d9001.jpg" alt="Grant Museum" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mademoisellerobot/3325331657/" title="Grant Museum by Mademoiselle Robot, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3606/3325331657_0d3431007b.jpg" alt="Grant Museum" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The museum was created in 1827 as a teaching collection, and its single medium sized room is packed full of animal skeletons, mounted animals and animals preserved in fluids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mademoisellerobot/3325323027/" title="Grant Museum by Mademoiselle Robot, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 744px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3540/3325323027_985b9d8164_b.jpg" alt="Grant Museum" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mademoisellerobot/3325329173/" title="Grant Museum by Mademoiselle Robot, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3581/3325329173_4e7f2a53df.jpg" alt="Grant Museum" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was there, an elderly woman who might have been the curator, or a zoology professor was drawing turtles from specimens in a bottle. She looked like she had seen all sorts of wonderful things and for a second, I was really jealous of her work environment. Just imagine sitting all day in this magical place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mademoisellerobot/3326171262/" title="Grant Museum by Mademoiselle Robot, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3608/3326171262_2cc34b3ef3.jpg" alt="Grant Museum" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in London with some free time during the week, you should definitely go and check out this hidden zoological gem... They even have Mammoth hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mademoisellerobot/3326173440/" title="Grant Museum by Mademoiselle Robot, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 745px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3021/3326173440_2772b34cc7_b.jpg" alt="Grant Museum" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ucl.ac.uk/museums/zoology/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519876504513593833-8787408731361364609?l=puppykittybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://puppykittybunny.blogspot.com/2009/03/grant-museum-of-zoology-london.html</link><author>laetitia@mademoisellerobot.com (Mademoiselle Robot)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3636/3325320619_28c16feb92_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519876504513593833.post-920749036377880812</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2009 11:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-02T03:53:13.975-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Animal Kingdom</category><title>The Science of Cute</title><description>I spend hours and hours scouring the internet, and especially YouTube, trying to find videos of cute animals. My most frequently used search term on Google images is "baby animal". So when I saw this video on &lt;a href="http://www.cuteoverload.com"&gt;Cute Overload&lt;/a&gt; the other day, I figured I would also use it on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Ji0bvwXAvI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Ji0bvwXAvI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are on the subject of cuteness, you should probably also watch this - but try to watch it keeping in mind the Science of Cute facts you have just learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/llDJA7udiCc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/llDJA7udiCc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519876504513593833-920749036377880812?l=puppykittybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://puppykittybunny.blogspot.com/2009/03/science-of-cute.html</link><author>laetitia@mademoisellerobot.com (Mademoiselle Robot)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519876504513593833.post-1945537758064358869</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2009 11:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-04T10:28:50.495-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pet interviews</category><title>Kleio, Siouxsie and Suzi</title><description>Kleio, Siouxsie and Suzi live with the extremely beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.sapphireisland.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sapphire&lt;/a&gt;, that I have had the pleasure to meet recently. I am yet to meet the pets, but I am sure we will all get on just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/SavGYGesvrI/AAAAAAAABYM/CoeQ5YvYCcI/s1600-h/kleio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/SavGYGesvrI/AAAAAAAABYM/CoeQ5YvYCcI/s400/kleio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308554703144795826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sapphire: I’m joined by Kleio, Siouxsie and Suzi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kleio: That’s Princess Kleio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S: Whoops. So, what are your vital statistics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: I’m a long haired tortoise shell with white and I’m probably the most beautiful cat that ever lived. I have green eyes and I’m about 3 and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siouxsie Sioux: I’m Siouxsie Sioux and I’m a grey rat with pink paws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzi Quatro: I’m Suzi Quatro and I’m an albino rat with red eyes. I live with Siouxsie and she looks after me because I am blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S: That’s nice of her. Siouxsie, how do you look after Suzi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS: I hop onto my hammock and the side of the cage whilst you’re having dinner and chew at the bars and beg until you give me some food. Or I run onto your lap and steal all your grapes and then take them back in the cage for Suzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: This disturbs me, only I should be allowed on your lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S: What are your favourite things to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: I like sleeping, being beautiful, running around like a crazy thing, sitting on your lap so you can’t reach the computer and playing with my toys. I also love eating and keeping an eye on the rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS: We like interior decorating and redesigning our cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQ: We currently have this great shabby chic thing going on with our sleep hammock. We tore it to shreds all by ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S: Yes, and that’s the second one you have destroyed. What do you three do all day when I’m at work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS: We watch a few movies, hang out on the balcony drinking pina coladas, try on all your clothes and give each other makeovers. It’s like a girly slumber party every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: In between writing my romance novel, I also cook lunch for everyone. My Beef Bourgnine is a real hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S: I’m glad you’re having such a fun time. Before we go – Kleio, why do you like to bite me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Why do you call me stupid names like Yo-Yo and Silly Sausage? I’m a princess, a daughter of Zeus no less! Show some respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S: Well on that note, thanks for answering my questions and telling everyone about your lives. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519876504513593833-1945537758064358869?l=puppykittybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://puppykittybunny.blogspot.com/2009/03/kleio-siouxsie-and-suzi.html</link><author>laetitia@mademoisellerobot.com (Mademoiselle Robot)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/SavGYGesvrI/AAAAAAAABYM/CoeQ5YvYCcI/s72-c/kleio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519876504513593833.post-34967733614701300</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2009 22:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-27T14:52:02.244-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Kitties woooo</category><title>Sylvester the Tiger cub</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/Sahl4q_7qiI/AAAAAAAABX8/lgTac7KOMKM/s1600-h/090226-03-sumatran-tiger-cub_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/Sahl4q_7qiI/AAAAAAAABX8/lgTac7KOMKM/s400/090226-03-sumatran-tiger-cub_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307604185145649698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sylvester is an eight week old Sumatran tiger cub born at the Tisch Family Zoological Gardens. His mother abandoned him, so vets are looking after him. "Sumatran tigers are considered critically endangered by the International Union for Conservation of Nature, with only about 400 of the big cats thought to be living in the wild." says National Geographic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could get a giant house and adopt all 400 remaining tigers. It would be a bit like the tiger who came to tea, but we could have a party (a par-tea?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough of this. What I wanted was to draw your attention to his demented face. His demented face munching on a human hand as if it were a chicken nugget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/Sahr-a-A1tI/AAAAAAAABYE/lUmEYQJuynI/s1600-h/tigerchicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/Sahr-a-A1tI/AAAAAAAABYE/lUmEYQJuynI/s400/tigerchicken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307610880991614674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmmm chicken nuggets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo from National Geographic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519876504513593833-34967733614701300?l=puppykittybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://puppykittybunny.blogspot.com/2009/02/sylvester-tiger-cub.html</link><author>laetitia@mademoisellerobot.com (Mademoiselle Robot)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/Sahl4q_7qiI/AAAAAAAABX8/lgTac7KOMKM/s72-c/090226-03-sumatran-tiger-cub_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519876504513593833.post-706993347407151526</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 20:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-26T12:19:06.834-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pet interviews</category><title>Bumblebee Thundra Photon Wimmer</title><description>The first pet interview for Puppy Kitty Bunny is between Maria Rose from &lt;a href="http://maria-rose.blogspot.com/"&gt;Little Things are Big&lt;/a&gt; and her beloved pup Bumblebee. If you haven't already, you should wander over to her blog, as it is filled with animal love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/Sab4OQth4tI/AAAAAAAABX0/urETMu15eXY/s1600-h/img_1692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/Sab4OQth4tI/AAAAAAAABX0/urETMu15eXY/s400/img_1692.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307202134790496978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria: For the record please state your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bumblebee: Bumblebee &lt;/span&gt;Thundra&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Photon &lt;/span&gt;Wimmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria: Do you like that you have such a very long name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bumblebee: Yes, I feel quite pleased with my name. I think it has a touch of whimsy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria: Great, that is exactly what we were going for when we chose it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bumblebee: Job well done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria: Why on Earth do you straddle the arm of the couch like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bumblebee: I like the higher vantage point and the straddle position you mentioned helps me keep my balance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria: I see. So, why do you rub your face into the carpet with your rear in the air and howl after you get a drink of water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bumblebee: &lt;/span&gt;Hmmm&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; well I'd have to say that I find a cool drink of water quite invigorating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria: Fair enough. So, who is your favorite human and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bumblebee: Probably your mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria: Bumblebee, that just hurts my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bumblebee: You shouldn't ask if you don't want the truth. Your Mom will pet me on demand for hours at a time. Really, it's like a little bit of heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria: Oh please, you take advantage of her kindness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bumblebee: I'm a dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria: Why is it that you have started marking your territory like a boy dog? You go so far as to lift your leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bumblebee: I was spayed when I was very young. I am a bit confused. Let's just leave it at that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria: OK. So, tell me some of your hobbies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bumblebee: Well let's see. First there is sniffing stuff, begging for food, whining at the cats, eating things off the ground, staring at you and my Dad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria: Yeah, what's with all of the staring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bumblebee: I just like to freak you guys out&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, well mission accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bumblebee: Good to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria: Well, I feel like this interview should end soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bumblebee: Yeah, it's getting kind of weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria: OK then, this concludes our interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a pet? Do you want to interview him or her? Then get in touch - mellerobot@gmail.com . The best interviews will be published on Puppy Kitty Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519876504513593833-706993347407151526?l=puppykittybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://puppykittybunny.blogspot.com/2009/02/bumblebee-thundra-photon-wimmer.html</link><author>laetitia@mademoisellerobot.com (Mademoiselle Robot)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/Sab4OQth4tI/AAAAAAAABX0/urETMu15eXY/s72-c/img_1692.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519876504513593833.post-7827511303682987912</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 18:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-26T11:10:00.384-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Swimming with the fishes</category><title>The fish with a transparent head</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/SabkxZe7KMI/AAAAAAAABXk/DDBRSq-SZHY/s1600-h/090223-02-fish-transparent-head-barreleye-pictures_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/SabkxZe7KMI/AAAAAAAABXk/DDBRSq-SZHY/s400/090223-02-fish-transparent-head-barreleye-pictures_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307180748208023746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the topic of Fashion Week just over, I found it interesting to show you the fish with a transparent head. What a strange coincidence that photos of the Pacific barreleye fish emerge just now, after a lot of people spent days feeling as if their head was indeed transparent while talking to other people. Enough with the crappy analogies though, we are talking about a FISH with a TRANSPARENT HEAD. Pretty f***ing amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to National Geographic, "the fish, discovered alive in the deep water off California's central coast by the Monterey Bay Aquarium Research Institute (MBARI), is the first specimen of its kind to be found with its soft transparent dome intact."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/SabkxCzjRmI/AAAAAAAABXc/nTb_cIcl37s/s1600-h/090223-01-fish-transparent-head-barreleye-pictures_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/SabkxCzjRmI/AAAAAAAABXc/nTb_cIcl37s/s400/090223-01-fish-transparent-head-barreleye-pictures_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307180742120523362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am torn between being totally mesmerized by the inside of its head and thinking it looks like a pair of perky green boobs. Either way, having perky boobs in your head is pretty useful. At least I am sure it must be in fish land. Seriously, how many fishes with boobs have you seen? Even better, this one has them in its head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think about space &amp;amp; the stars, but sometimes I wonder if I wouldn't be even more into exporing the ocean depths and hang out with strange specimen's like this one. For the record, he lives more than 600 m under sea level. That sounds pretty deep already, right? It actually isn't that bad if you think that the Mariana trench (deepest known ocean trench) is 11 000 m deep. So far, only soles and shrimps have been seen down there, but just imagine how freaky the rest of the wildlife could  be at the bottom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photos from National Geographic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519876504513593833-7827511303682987912?l=puppykittybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://puppykittybunny.blogspot.com/2009/02/fish-with-transparent-head.html</link><author>laetitia@mademoisellerobot.com (Mademoiselle Robot)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ukf9cJVWKV0/SabkxZe7KMI/AAAAAAAABXk/DDBRSq-SZHY/s72-c/090223-02-fish-transparent-head-barreleye-pictures_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519876504513593833.post-2267088570163259961</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 18:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-26T10:22:20.261-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Animal Kingdom</category><title>Welcome to Puppy Kitty Bunny!</title><description>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Mademoiselle Robot. Most of you know me from my &lt;a href="http://www.mademoisellerobot.com/"&gt;other blog&lt;/a&gt;, where I write mostly about vintage fashion &amp;amp; lifestyle. As you may know, London Fashion Week just finished and it definitely took its toll on me... It also made me realize that if I write about fashion, I should probably also be writing about my one true love: animals!&lt;br /&gt;YES! All the animals. Except maybe bugs, but they are bugs so technically not animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that not enough people enjoy talking about animals now that we are all grown ups, and it is totally idiotic. After all, the animal kingdom is as good a topic of conversation as music or cinema or fashion, so why is it deemed as childish by most adults? I could speak about otters and Tibetan foxes for hours on end, without ever getting bored. Ever. However, I get bored after talking about clothes for an hour. Don't get me wrong, I love clothes, hell, I even have a whole blog full of fashion ramblings! They still can't beat animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this blog, you will mostly find facts about animals, photos and animal stories. Sometimes, I might even venture into animal fashion. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hand if you are with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-16421481.jpg?size=572&amp;amp;uid=%7BC963D2BD-4784-4832-B334-26B8EA02E5FB%7D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-16421481.jpg?size=572&amp;amp;uid=%7BC963D2BD-4784-4832-B334-26B8EA02E5FB%7D" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519876504513593833-2267088570163259961?l=puppykittybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://puppykittybunny.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-to-puppy-kitty-bunny.html</link><author>laetitia@mademoisellerobot.com (Mademoiselle Robot)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total></item></channel></rss>