What could be better in the morning than a bowl of baby Meerkats? Not to eat of course, but to squee over while you nom on your cereal!
My cat Tori. He refused to admit that he was no longer a kitten, and would insist on sleeping in the most inconvenient of places. Like my fruit bowl.
Jasper took a nasty spill shorty after this picture was taken and ended up breaking his leg. Imagine a six-ish week old pom in a giant green cast!
Oh cheetah, I will eat you up with a knife and fork, you're so full of tiny squees!