Weapons-Grade Cute: The Ultimate

This is it. There is no fighting back against something like this. Skirmishes may continue, but the war is over.

Behold:

Sleeping clouded leopard cub being tickled. That quivering spotted tummy, that twitching leg! It’s over.

Well, barring the celebratory drug-fest, anyway (pump up the volume).

This is why working with Starspider is so hazardous. She finds these things and sends them to me, and I’m either a pile of goo or laughing too hard to answer the phone with a straight voice afterward.

My supervisor is not immune. We sent her this one.

Poor woman. The things she puts up with from us…

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Weapons-Grade Cute: The Ultimate
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