Thread of Cute

[Mod2]

Thread for cute/cheerful/happy stories only that don't rate a full thread of their own.

Anyone who uses the "word" adorbs gets banned.

[Gefn]

Thread for cute/cheerful/happy stories only that don't rate a full thread of their own.

Anyone who uses the "word" adorbs gets banned.

Thank you. 

I've got lots of stories. Now to find them again and start posting!

Thank you @Mod2

[bigheadfred]

Thread for cute/cheerful/happy stories only that don't rate a full thread of their own.

Anyone who uses the "word" adorbs gets banned.

@Freya

All right you sbroda. This means u.

Hey Freya. I need some cat advice. Our Sheena cat now insists she sleeps on my spot. Any any way to lure her back into to the old arrangement?

[Gefn]

@Freya

All right you sbroda. This means u.

Hey Freya. I need some cat advice. Our Sheena cat now insists she sleeps on my spot. Any any way to lure her back into to the old arrangement?

My own experience is either
A. You will need to find a new spot.
B. She will get bored in a week or so and you will have your old spot back.

Of course you can always go with the drastic solution.
Get a puppy and put him in that spot. Cat will never go these again but it will be the dog's forevermore.

Frankly, I think your cat will find a new spot soon. They are very fickle when it comes to things like that. I mean, they were once worshipped as Gods in Egypt. They don't want us to forget that. 

[Gefn]

@bigheadfred , you can always ask @Hopalong Ginsberg kitty questions.

He runs the kitteh ping on TOS.

[Gefn]

Ok. Here's one, just posted today on Cheezeburger. It's just a video link. The upshot is there's a lady in hospice who's dying and her last wish is to snuggle some kittens.

The kittens are adorable and the lady seems so happy snuggling with them. This would probably be my last wish too.

http://cheezburger.com/296711/video-great-plains-spca-grants-woman-her-final-wish-to-snuggle-some-kittens?utm_source=feedblitz&utm_medium=FeedBlitzRss&utm_campaign=FeedBlitzRss&utm_content=Great+Plains+SPCA+Grants+Woman+Her+Final+Wish%3a+To+Snuggle+Some+Kittens

[Silver Pines]

Thread for cute/cheerful/happy stories only that don't rate a full thread of their own.

Anyone who uses the "word" adorbs gets banned.

@Mod2

Now there's a rule I can get behind...

[Sanguine]

Awwww.

Here's one for @Cripplecreek:  http://cheezburger.com/83104769/video-jack-russell-puppy-gets-caught-unrolling-toilet-paper?ref=whatspopular 

[Ghost Bear]

Bookmarking for later perusal. I spend a good portion of my evenings decompressing from the day by browsing cute stuff on the web.

[Gefn]

Bookmarking for later perusal. I spend a good portion of my evenings decompressing from the day by browsing cute stuff on the web.

We will need that after tonight too. Anyone want to post cute photos please do. As well.

@Sanguine that puppy is precious.

[Gefn]

This is one of the most adorable gifs I've ever seen. I don't know how to post gifs here.

It's a baby penguin. I can't think of too many things cuter than a baby penguin.

http://http://cheezburger.com/5719287040

[Hopalong Ginsberg]

Ok. Here's one, just posted today on Cheezeburger. It's just a video link. The upshot is there's a lady in hospice who's dying and her last wish is to snuggle some kittens.

The kittens are adorable and the lady seems so happy snuggling with them. This would probably be my last wish too.

http://cheezburger.com/296711/video-great-plains-spca-grants-woman-her-final-wish-to-snuggle-some-kittens?utm_source=feedblitz&utm_medium=FeedBlitzRss&utm_campaign=FeedBlitzRss&utm_content=Great+Plains+SPCA+Grants+Woman+Her+Final+Wish%3a+To+Snuggle+Some+Kittens

That was sweet enough to give sugar diabetes.

[Ghost Bear]

Time to ignore the "debate" and instead smile at a cute baby goat:

http://vine.co/v/OQ3UJBKI16v/

[Ghost Bear]

It's a school of Goldens!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4UIvThjCCM

[Ghost Bear]

No wait, it's a swarm of Goldens!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aGE39IsemFw

[Ghost Bear]

Maybe it's both?


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-aCVe5ayY78

[Sanguine]

Too cute!

[Gefn]

A puppy's view of the debate.

http://cheezburger.com/8983674368/hot-take?utm_source=feedblitz&utm_medium=FeedBlitzRss&utm_campaign=FeedBlitzRss&utm_content=Hot+Take

[Gefn]

To beat off election malaise.

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[Gefn]

Here's the puppy one from earlier this morning so you don't have to click the URL.

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[Idaho_Cowboy]

Best Southern dog names...
https://www.yahoo.com/news/best-southern-dog-names-174838926.html

[Sanguine]

Best Southern dog names...
https://www.yahoo.com/news/best-southern-dog-names-174838926.html

Some good names in there. But "Hudson"?  Who names their dog Hudson?

[Idaho_Cowboy]

Some good names in there. But "Hudson"?  Who names their dog Hudson?

It didn't sound very Southern to me, but maybe they meant the old car co. not the river.

[Sanguine]

OK, this isn't cute, per se, but it's funny as heck.  I got it today in an email.

Why we Shoot Deer in the Wild

Why we shoot deer in the wild. (A letter from someone who wants to remain anonymous, who farms, writes well and actually tried this)

I had this idea that I could rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that, since they congregate at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away), it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home.

I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up--3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me. I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold..

The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation. I took a step towards it, it took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope .., and then received an education.. The first thing that I learned is that, while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope.

That deer exploded. The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a lot stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope and with some dignity. A deer-- no Chance. That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I had originally imagined.. The only upside is that they do not have as much stamina as many other animals.

A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head. At that point, I had lost my taste for corn-fed venison. I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope.

I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow and painfully somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing, and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual.

Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in. I didn't want the deer to have to suffer a slow death, so I managed to get it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder - a little trap I had set before hand...kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back in there and I started moving up so I could get my rope back.

Did you know that deer bite?

They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody, so I was very surprised when ..... I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist. Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and slide off to then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head--almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts.
The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective.

It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds. I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now), tricked it. While I kept it busy tearing the tendons out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose.

That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day.

Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on their back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and their hooves are surprisingly sharp... I learned a long time ago that, when an animal -like a horse --strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily, the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape.

This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously, such trickery would not work. In the course of a millisecond, I devised a different strategy. I screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run. The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twice as strong and 3 times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me down.

Now, when a deer paws at you and knocks you down, it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed.. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head.

I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away. So now I know why when people go deer hunting they bring a rifle with a scope......to sort of even the odds!!

All these events are true... An Educated Farmer

''Life's tough, pilgrim, and it's even tougher if you're stupid.''-- John Wayne

[Oceander]

@Sanguine
Awesome story!!!

[Idaho_Cowboy]

OK, this isn't cute, per se, but it's funny as heck.  I got it today in an email.

Now that's funny. 

[Ghost Bear]

Here's a little dog who's not going to put up with any robot trying to cause trouble...

https://vine.co/v/OEppMFbejFz

LOL, Greg Gutfeld needs this dog!

[AllThatJazzZ]

OK, this isn't cute, per se, but it's funny as heck.  I got it today in an email.

OHMYGOSH! That is hilarious! I needed that cathartic guffaw. Thanks for posting it.

Here's a story I found a few years ago that made me laugh like that. Enjoy.

Neighborhood Hazard (Or: Why the Cops Won't Patrol Brice Street)

I never dreamed slowly cruising through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous!

Studies have shown that motorcycling requires more decisions per second, and more sheer data processing than nearly any other common activity or sport. The reactions and accurate decision making abilities needed have been likened to the reactions of fighter pilots! The consequences of bad decisions or poor situational awareness are pretty much the same for both groups too.

Occasionally, as a rider I have caught myself starting to make bad or late decisions while riding. In flight training, my instructors called this being “behind the power curve”. It is a mark of experience that when this begins to happen, the rider recognizes the situation, and more importantly, does something about it. A short break, a meal, or even a gas stop can set things right again as it gives the brain a chance to catch up.

Good, accurate, and timely decisions are essential when riding a motorcycle…at least if you want to remain among the living. In short, the brain needs to keep up with the machine.

I had been banging around the roads of east Texas and as I headed back into Dallas, found myself in very heavy, high-speed traffic on the freeways. Normally, this is not a problem, I commute in these conditions daily, but suddenly I was nearly run down by a cage that decided it needed my lane more than I did. This is not normally a big deal either, as it happens around here often, but usually I can accurately predict which drivers are not paying attention and avoid them before we are even close. This one I missed seeing until it was nearly too late, and as I took evasive action I nearly broadsided another car that I was not even aware was there!

Two bad decisions and insufficient situational awareness…all within seconds. I was behind the power curve. Time to get off the freeway.

I hit the next exit, and as I was in an area I knew pretty well, headed through a few big residential neighborhoods as a new route home. As I turned onto the nearly empty streets I opened the visor on my full-face helmet to help get some air. I figured some slow riding through the quiet surface streets would give me time to relax, think, and regain that “edge” so frequently required when riding.

Little did I suspect…

As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me. It was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid it—it was that close.

I hate to run over animals…and I really hate it on a motorcycle, but a squirrel should pose no danger to me. I barely had time to brace for the impact.

Animal lovers, never fear. Squirrels can take care of themselves!

Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. He was standing on his hind legs and facing the oncoming Valkyrie with steadfast resolve in his little beady eyes. His mouth opened, and at the last possible second, he screamed and leapt! I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, “Banzai!” or maybe, “Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!” as the leap was spectacular and he flew over the windshield and impacted me squarely in the chest.

Instantly he set upon me. If I did not know better I would have sworn he brought twenty of his little buddies along for the attack. Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in a light t-shirt, summer riding gloves, and jeans this was a bit of a cause for concern. This furry little tornado was doing some damage!

Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and leather gloves puttering maybe 25mph down a quiet residential street…and in the fight of his life with a squirrel. And losing.

I grabbed for him with my left hand and managed to snag his tail. With all my strength I flung the evil rodent off the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as I recoiled from the throw.

That should have done it. The matter should have ended right there. It really should have. The squirrel could have sailed into one of the pristinely kept yards and gone on about his business, and I could have headed home. No one would have been the wiser.

But this was no ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary pissed-off squirrel.

This was an evil attack squirrel of death!

Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands, and with the force of the throw swung around and with a resounding thump and an amazing impact he landed square on my back and resumed his rather anti-social and extremely distracting activities. He also managed to take my left glove with him!

The situation was not improved. Not improved at all. His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him.

I was startled to say the least. The combination of the force of the throw, only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand and into the throttle. A healthy twist on the throttle of a Valkyrie can only have one result. Torque. This is what the Valkyrie is made for, and she is very, very good at it.

The engine roared as the front wheel left the pavement. The squirrel screamed in anger. The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy. I screamed in…well…I just plain screamed.

Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel torn t-shirt, and only one leather glove roaring at maybe 70mph and rapidly accelerating down a quiet residential street…on one wheel and with a demonic squirrel on his back. The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder.

With the sudden acceleration I was forced to put my other hand back on the handlebars and try to get control of the bike. This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices, but I really did not want to crash into somebody’s tree, house, or parked car. Also, I had not yet figured out how to release the throttle…my brain was just simply overloaded. I did manage to mash the back brake, but it had little affect against the massive power of the big cruiser.

About this time the squirrel decided that I was not paying sufficient attention to this very serious battle (maybe he is a Scottish attack squirrel of death), and he came around my neck and got IN my full-face helmet with me. As the faceplate closed partway and he began hissing in my face I am quite sure my screaming changed tone and intensity. It seemed to have little affect on the squirrel however.

The rpm’s on The Dragon maxed out (I was not concerned about shifting at the moment) and her front end started to drop.

Now picture the large man on the huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a very ragged torn t-shirt, and wearing one leather glove, roaring at probably 80mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrel’s tail sticking out his mostly closed full-face helmet. By now the screams are probably getting a little hoarse.

Finally I got the upper hand…I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it worked…sort-of. Spectacularly sort-of, so to speak.

Picture the scene. You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on a quiet residential street and parked with your windows down to do some paperwork.

Suddenly a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a torn t-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing one leather glove, moving at probably 80mph on one wheel, and screaming bloody murder roars by and with all his strength throws a live squirrel grenade directly into your police car.

I heard screams. They weren't mine...

I managed to get the big motorcycle under directional control and dropped the front wheel to the ground. I then used maximum braking and skidded to a stop in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign at a busy cross street.

I would have returned to fess up (and to get my glove back). I really would have. Really. But for two things. First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned about me at the moment. One of them was on his back in the front yard of the house they had been parked in front of and was rapidly crabbing backwards away from the patrol car. The other was standing in the street and was training a riot shotgun on the police cruiser.

So the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to “let the professionals handle it” anyway. That was one thing. The other? Well, I swear I could see the squirrel, standing in the back window of the patrol car among shredded and flying pieces of foam and upholstery, and shaking his little fist at me. I think he was shooting me the finger…

That is one dangerous squirrel. And now he has a patrol car…

I took a deep breath, turned on my turn-signal, made an easy right turn, and sedately left the neighborhood.

As for my easy and slow drive home? Screw it. Faced with a choice of 80mph cars and inattentive drivers, or the evil, demonic, attack squirrel of death...I’ll take my chances with the freeway. Every time.

And I’ll buy myself a new pair of gloves.

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer
 

[Sanguine]

Good one, @AllThatJazzZ !

[Gefn]

@AllThatJazzZ 

That was a super squirrel!

[EC]

[Gefn]

@EC

With apologies to the Pussycat Dolls-

"Don't cha wish you had these puppies like me? Don't cha"?

[Oceander]

Ok, so not conventionally cute, but still, IMHO, cute:

[sinkspur]

[Oceander]

That is very cute!

[Sanguine]

Now, that's cute!

[sinkspur]

[Gefn]

Shh. Don't tell anyone . I don't want my rep as a cat woman to be destroyed, but I like puppies too. 

Great pix!

[Silver Pines]

Shh. Don't tell anyone . I don't want my rep as a cat woman to be destroyed, but I like puppies too. 

Great pix!

@Freya

There's nothing wrong with that!  I'm a cat person, but I love just about any animal you can come up with.  My mom said I was the only person she ever knew of who thought alligators were adorable.

[Silver Pines]

I love this one:



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDpS6D-KUiw

[sinkspur]

Reading is hard with cats:

[Silver Pines]

Reading is hard with cats:

@sinkspur

"Get me my food or I shred the book...get it?"

[Hopalong Ginsberg]

My brain has asploded from all the cute on this thread.

[AllThatJazzZ]

This is my happy place on TBR.

[Oceander]

This is my happy place on TBR.

[Oceander]

Bunnies make really awesome pets.  The dwarf/mix varieties are a lot like cats if you really interact with them and let them out of their cages to run around.  My daughter has a little black dwarf/mix and she is really like a cat personality-wise - if she doesn't like what you're doing, you get two warnings - a little digging with the front paws, then a tug on the clothing with the teeth, and if that doesn't do it, you get a little nip first, and then a big ole bite.  Bunny teeth hurt!  She loves being held - bunnies are really, really cuddly - and she loves sitting on the top of the couch and lording it over the dog.

[bigheadfred]

Reading is hard with cats:

I've got our cat figured out. As long as everyone has a book everything is fine.

[AllThatJazzZ]

OHMYGOSH! That is so funny!!!

[Lando Lincoln]

I was gonna post my baby pictures but this is better.  Watch 'til the end!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2VXKmD-IvCw

[Gefn]

Thanks. I needed these.