Invasion of the Adorables

So I actually woke up before 3pm today, which left me with the option to actually leave my apartment and do things before the sun set! And what do I always do when I have such sunny free time? Um duh, I take a walk to the pet store and play with all the fuzzy friends.

My trip today was especially overwhelming. When I walked in the door, little did I know that I was walking into a war zone of cuteness lurking behind every corner, ready to ambush me with the urge to snuggle and huggle. Such events are rare and must be documented with photography. Thank God for camera phones. The following images detail my adventures in cuddle land, aka Wild Side Pets in State College, PA. Hooray!

First stop: LONG-HAIRED BLACK MINI DACHSUND. OMGS CUTE.

Puppy: "Oh hai. I is adorable and sleepy. And I smell like puppy pee. SNUGGLE MEEE!"

Me: "UM YA DON'T HAVE TO ASK ME TWICE."

Snuggling commences.

Due to all of the inevitable and uncontrollable puppy movement, I had a hard time getting a decent picture. But you get the idea - crazy cute.

Next up: RODENTS. First stop: Disapproval Central, aka Bunnies.

"Hello. I'd get up but you're not worth the effort."

*Cleans ears to attract potential owners*

"I has spots. You does NOTS."

BunBun: "HAY. I is a miniature disapproving snowball with dirt-covered ears and nose. I can has headrubs, tho?"

Me: "Um, I LIVE to rub bunny heads."

"TANK YOUUU! I is fall aseep now."

Then came the terrified guinea pigs, who went running into the corner squeaking for dear life when they heard my camera click:

And ohh it was my lucky day, they had CHINCHILLERSSSS just a-bein fluffy and bouncing all over the place! Omgs, fuzz to the extreme:

"I is not tinking evil thoughts, I swears."

I am not convinced.

And of course, no pet store would be complete without a sleeping baby ferret:

Next stop: the Puppy Room, aka Disaster Central. Lots of fur scooting across the floor, fingers and clothing being bitten by brand new puppy teeth, tumbling, sleeping in piles, and of course, going to the bathroom in the middle of the floor. There was too much movement in this room to get any decent pictures, except of the sleeping pile. Every other picture just turned out to be a blur of fluff, or else I was to busy holding one puppy while trying to remove teething puppies from my limbs and clothing to actually take a picture.

And then, the kitty room. Now I'm allergic to cats, but that never stops me. I mean a room full of tiny mews, round bellies, random pouncing, and triangular ears galore? Who can resist that? Probs no one. Def not me.

"Oh hewo, tanks for providing me with a great place to spy on other kittehs and pounce on them."

"I can has cuddlez peas? Kthx."

Who needs the Superbowl when you can watch KITTYBOWLS:

"Surely no one can sees me in heres. Surely not."

And now, for the grand finale. The following images contain intense snuggling content, not for the faint of heart. All amateur snugglers who are not well experienced and comfortable with a high degree of cuteness and fur should seriously consider turning back now.

YOU. HAVE. BEEN. WARNED.

"Hay there. You appear to make a good hammock, I can has a rest?"

10 seconds later:

Now let's close up on that. Zoom is needed to comprehend the cute.

FIN.

Now please understand, none of these images have been altered in any way. They all convey the cuteness as I actually witnessed it. NO LIE. I'm sure you're all exhausted from "AWWWW"-ing now, so I will let you go lie down. Come again soon to witness more of mine and Daisy's adorable adventures, and have a snuggly day!

Oh p.s.- add Amy Grant to the list of music Daisy does NOT approve of and will thump at until I change it, along with Tom Petty and Hilary Duff. Live and learn, live and learn.

-Sam