Some people do not se ewhat is so amazing and/or great about this video. Those people are, by and large, DOG people. The author of BV, being non-paristan in her domestic animal affiliations, finds this party-line stance both tedious and naive. This video, dear readers, is Teh Awesome.
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…And if you, dear readers, are having one of those days today, I have found a video able to execute, if you will, a kind of Primal scream therapy— you remember primal scream therapy, don’t you? You know, 1970’s pop psych phenom? Indeed, you remember the one.
So if you have repressed childhood trauma or just can. not. stand. one more inconsiderate yuppie jostling you in the salad line before you start SCREAMING YOUR HEAD OFF, This one, dear readers*, is for you.
(the author of BV fears that her humor is irrevocably warped: this video made her laugh aloud **in public** when it was shared by K. this morning)
If, on the other hand, you prefer to stay on the other pop-cultural extreme and take more ZEN approach to relaxation, take a note from Zen Cat:
(I know, “zen cat” is actually slightly *more* terrifying than “cat from hell”, isn’t it? still.)
Happy humpday, BVers.
Apparently, dear readers, someone at the Huffington Post thinks that animal hijinks constitue breaking news… or at least, a worthwhile diversion from the ills of the breaking news…
The “Cute/ridiculous animal thing of the day” section is, of you enjoy the cute/creepy kitty videos portion of BV, right. up. your. alley. Thanks again to lowlyadjunct for this excellent find.
We (and by “we”, dear readers, I mean, of course, “I”) am sure that you will find the following video (which is, in the words of lowlyadjunct, “a video of a couch eating a cat and then spitting it back out again”) ample reason to check beneath your couch cushions. You never know what you might find under there…
To all the mothers out there: happy Mothers’ Day. Every time this day rolls around, we hear a lot about the experience of giving birth, and folkes make a fuss about the bond that grows between mother and child in vitro. I’m sure that that is magical, that it is wonderful…
But there is more than one way for the mother-child bond to grow, and some of us out here in the wide world of possibilities are lucky enough to have experienced this. So this entry is dedicated to all the mothers in the world whose babies grew not under your hearts but in them: you (like my own mama) are my heroes; your love depends not on the accident of birth but on the breadth and depth of your giant hearts.
…sniffle. Okay, that was as much sentimentality as the author of BV, in her official capacity, can justify. YOUtube video, anyone?
It is difficult to resist the lure of a theme. and the lure of the “crazy/cute/creepy cat video” theme is best compared, dear reader(s), to crack cocaine.
While naysayers (and I have one particular naysayer in mind, who will likely never read this post) might complain that “[he] hate[s] cats. And hates people who take pictures of their cats “in stuff.”” Even he has been known on occasion to succumb to the lure of a well-made kitty vid.
And this one, oh my darlings, is something that must be experienced to be believed. This is Viking Kittens, on their way to Valhalla… set to music of the Led Zepplin variety.
Follow the link below. Enjoy.
I have no remorse for posting this. You may direct any and all complaints about refrains subsequently floating unbidden through your mind to
Yes, folkes, despite rumors that the author of BV was raised by (hyper-literate) wolves, she does, in fact, have a lovely human mother, who celebrated a birthday today.
Mama, for your birthday I bring you the creepiest cat video to grace our fair pages… so far.
Yes, folkes, its another “cute” and/or “crazy” cat video posts. In this installment, in order to spice up a potentially stale theme, prizes will be distributed to the first reaedr who can correctly identify both the song playing and each of the disguises, in order of appearance. “Yo mama” will not be accepted as an answer.
Some topics need no introduction; if you have ever “owned,” witnessed, or even been in a room with a cat, you will know that feline behavior is foremost among these.
The Sphynx, also known as the Canadian hairless cat, has skin the texture of Chamois leather, often covered with “peach fuzz, which displays the markings that the fur would have (were there any). Hairless cats, while follicularly challenged, come in all manner of feline variations (solid, point, van, tabby, tortie, etc). Without the barrier of an insulating coat, the hairless cat’s velvety skin feels warm to the touch.
Known for their extroverted behavior, hairless cats are highly energetic and intelligent. Like all cats, hairless cats are guilty of near-fatal curiosity, but make up for their hijinks by demonstrating unparalleled affection for their people.
Indeed, ladies, the next time something warm and hairless rubs up against your leg under the covers, you might want to think twice before hurling the alarm clock at the head of your amorous mate: because the sphynx has no hair to keep it warm, it can often be found cuddling up against its owners under the covers.
Finally, the author of BV would like to subit that despite an arguably creepy adult appearance, hairless kittens are, to use the technical term, pretty goddamn cute.
Fatcats (pinguis felis economicus) have long been the subject of jokes*; but it is only recently that both mainstream and specialty media have taken interest in the plight of the fatcat, once an issue reserved only for the ASPCA and related animal rights and protection groups. Pet advocates argue that these Fatcats lack normal instinctual regulation of consumption, thus qualify as evolutionarily challenged animal companions. Detractors say that the animals are just plain greedy.
The process of increasing public awareness has been slow; a January 2008 MSNBC article demonstrated the shady behavior of one food filching feline,** a June 2008 article showed our now-president pointing his finger at a related pussy.*** But it was not until January of 2009 that public awareness of the Fatcat’s sad existence reached its peak. Today, republicans and democrats, animal rights advocates and avid hunters alike are calling for accountability for this epidemic.
Unfortunately, the new movement contains many factions that have, thus far, been largely at cross purposes. Many, moroever, have placed blame on the Fatcats themselves, begging the question: regardless of how we define the problem, can we really expect personal responsibility from greedy, evolutionarily challenged animals?