Cat in a sink

(Photos courtesy of nmorrisphoto.com.)

Yet another cat party I wasn't invited to

Yeah, I'm jealous.

(Photos courtesy of nmorrisphoto.com.)

Reaching out to Face what?

One day, I thought to myself, "What if there are other people out there who have the same problem as me—wasting time looking at pictures of kittens and other cute creatures—and they don't know about this (janky) site?" So I tried reaching out via Scammers' Paradise: Craigslist. 

First, I posted on the 'List in the Bay Area in California, then to Memphis, Tennessee, and then Richmond, Virginia. The posts read a little something like:

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Title:(pets) Cute animals of all kinds
You may be trolling Craigslist just to see some nice pictures of animals. 
I understand; I've been there, too. Animals are really cute.
Here's another resource. Don't be afraid to visit. It's (not that) scandalous: petophile.blogspot.com. 

Oh yeah, don't get the wrong idea by the name: It's a pun. Obviously. 

A little cheeky, sure, but innocuous.
They were all flagged and removed in seven, four and six hours, respectively. I even got a few e-mails about it (one was a scam). Anyway, here's what I wrote in reply to the other one:

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Hi Nancy,
I received your message in response to my post on Craigslist. Thanks so much for taking the time to respond, but I was confused by your reply:
"SICK FUCK"
I'm not sure why you chose to say that or what that means. Maybe you could explain?
Hope you're having a fantastic day.

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I'm still waiting to hear back from her. Nancy: Write me! Or find the Petophile on Facebook!
     

(Wait, this cat chewing on a twig is kind of sick. Nancy may be on to something here ...)

(Photo by the Petophile.)

Pug smut

My deaf pug is happy that I'm home from nckmllr on Vimeo.

Kitten das not compute

I wonder how many WPM this scumbag can churn out?

This kitten's computer skills do not include much more than looking cute on a keyboard and perhaps pressing all of the buttons for a system failure, or something really adorable like that.

(Photos courtesy of Vanessa.)

Hot, wet, help

This is a hot horse.

So she got hosed.

She got nice and wet. That had to have felt really good.

She is Foxy.

No, really: Her name is Foxy.

Proof.

Told you so.

Quick recap: Horses are hot. Help them by cooling them off OR help wild ones in the Nevada and California deserts from dying of dehydration-related conditions because of being rounded up by the BLM.

Call for a wild-horse roundup moratorium, because two dozen horses have already perished, and "to gather at this date is inhumane and directly contradictory to provisions of the Free Roaming Wild Horse and Burro Act of 1971" according to Laura Leigh of the Cloud Foundation. She filed a temporary restraining order on July 23 to halt the roundup. Her attorney, Gordon Cowan, said, "To prevent the public and press from observing the government in action on public lands is shameful." Hear, hear!

Here's who to tell to stop the lame-o roundup:
The White House, (202) 456-1111.
Robert Abbe, BLM director, (202) 208-3801, director@blm.gov.
Ken Salazar, Department of the Interior, 1849 C Street, N.W., Washington, D.C. 20240
(202) 208-3100, feedback@ios.doi.gov.

Another way to help amazing equines, specifically Foxy and her pasture mates, is by sponsoring her (or another hot animal at her farm) for $10 a month, because helping beautiful animals is awesome: achanceforbliss.com. I'll be sharing additional pics of grossfaces from this little sanctuary later, as well as other outlets to help more grossfaces.

(Photos by the Petophile.)

Ridiculous drinking habit

The animal will not drink from the container unless it is being held up off the floor.

It is ridiculous.

Ridiculously cute.

(Photos by the Petophile.)

Bangs!

 Besides this guy having a gorgeous coat—both in color and texture—and having lovely eyelashes (suck it, Latisse), he's got bangs!
I am so jealous of his fuzzy ears.

All that natural beauty ... and a small dog hovering over him. Wait—what?

(Photo by the Petophile.)

Toothpick

(Photos by the Petophile.)

NIght cat

(Photos by the Petophile.)

Goatface

(Photo by the Petophile.)

The horses in the wild die

Twelve wild horses have died. At least three foals have died, too.
This weekend, there will be more deaths.

Last week, the Bureau of Land Management began rounding up wild horses, claiming it was to the animals' benefit because of extreme overpopulation and lack of available water, even though around 2,000 letters of protest from the public requested the roundup not occur, especially due to the summer heat and because it's still the foaling season. The roundup was halted on July 14, but a recent hearing gave the green light to continue this weekend, despite temperatures forecast to be in the 90s.

The roundup occurred in the desert in northeastern Nevada. The casualties from the roundup are now around a dozen. Causes of death are attributed to dehydration, brain swelling, colic and other related conditions. One horse was reported to have broken a leg in the melee and had to be put down.

It must be remembered, these are wild animals, not pasture ponies. And the wild horse is symbol of the Wild West, of the American heritage. So why are 33,000-36,000 of them—more than half of the wild-horse population—in government holding pens instead of remaining, well, in the wild? What's the point?

 It sounds like a complicated situation—because it involves people and money.

Some claim that it's because the horses (and wild burros) are competing for grazing land with commercial cattle. And there's also rumblings that the animals are being cleared out because there is a natural-gas pipeline planned on going through that land where they roam.

Allegedly, Department of the Interior Ken Salazar, who oversees the BLM, claims that "horses don't belong on public lands." That's like saying that bald eagles don't belong in the air or to nest in trees. It simply makes no sense. Nor does rounding up these horses in such extreme heat, especially when mares are still pregnant or have just foaled. The last thing they need is to be chased by a helicopter, frightened out of their minds, separated from their young, and if they don't become dehydrated or ill, be put into a crowded pen. And the BLM is not allowing the press to cover the roundup, either, to boot.

Read more about the situation, and then do something about it. Links and contact info are provided below. I'm going to make this as easy on you as possible, unlike the BLM is for the horses and burros. Spread it around.
http://drstockpick.com/?tag=dave-cattoors
http://petnewsandviews.com/2010/07/wild-horse-roundup/
http://www.8newsnow.com/global/story.asp?s=11285225
http://www.madeleinepickens.com/
http://horsehealth.blogs.equisearch.com/2010/07/wild-horse-news-blm-roundup-deaths-and.html

Use your beautiful voices for those who cannot speak:
Call the White House to order a moratorium on wild-horse roundups (202) 456-1111.

Robert Abbe, BLM director
(202) 208-3801, director@blm.gov

Ken Salazar, Department of the Interior
Department of the Interior
1849 C Street, N.W.
Washington DC 20240
(202) 208-3100, feedback@ios.doi.gov

Gettin' some tail

Short sequence, nice action.

(Photos by the Petophile.)

Hard at play

Nice job, dirty beast.

(Photos courtesy of nmorrisphoto.com.)

Sleepyface

It's another sleepyfaced kitten situation here today. 

It's hard to avoid, since cats sleep typically 13 to 18 hours a day.

That's about three-quarters of the day spent in slumber.

Don't be jealous that these little animals get to nap more than people, though:

It requires much more than a silly human's ideal eight hours of sleep to be this nasty.

(Photos courtesy of Vanessa.)

You got something stuck in your teeth

(Photos by the Petophile.)

The original kitty pornographer

I stumbled across what may be one of the first photographic kitty pornographers ever: Harry Pointer. He took posed and candid shots of his cats in the 1870s and included little captions on the photos. Check out his work.

Scurrying squirrel

"It's your world
and I'm just a squirrel,
Trying
to get a nut
to move
your butt
to the dance floor

So you what's up
hands in the air
come on
say yeah
Everybody over here
everybody
over there
The crowd is live enough
as I pursure this groove
Party
people
in
the
house
move

Left to right
(groove)
work me all night
Come on
let's sweat"

Thank you, C+C Music Factory, although I am not sure what "pursure" means. Perhaps a variant on "pursue,"  stlyrics.com? Come on, say yeah.

(Photo by the Petophile.)

Kitten's cuteness may cause dizziness

It's just a side effect of having to look at something so gross.

(Photo by the Petophile.)

Deck dog

This nasty beast doesn't like to skateboard.

But she's OK with chasing skateboards, and I'm OK with that.

(Photos by the Petophile.)

Cow!

In your face! With white eyelashes!

(Photo by the Petophile.)

Like American Apparel, but less skeezy

A quick review of the obvious: Kitty porn is pornographic in nature because it's obscenely cute. It is an explicit display of adorable animals, intended to stimulate warm and fuzzy feelings and often includes exclaiming "Aww!" after immediate viewing, like this little vomit primer above.

So being a petophile may be a little embarrassing (hello, cat ladies!), but it's innocent fun—unlike American Apparel ads, which this shot reminds me of, albeit tamer and without the acute creepiness. Even creepier, however, is the "vertically integrated" company's CEO, who looks like he's a director from a '70s porno ... at best.

More fur, less skeeze, please.

(Photo courtesy of the Petophile.)