My bid for cuteoverload greatness

It's a bit cheeky because it's a photo of my mum's cat Frankie, who I am sad to say I have yet to actually meet, but goddamn that's a cute pussycat. The reason I think this picture is genuinely worthy of the cuteoverload.com stamp of approval boils down to three elements: the sitting on the bum with back legs in an amusing position (pretty damn cute); the tongue sticking out (unbelievably cute); the shadow of the tongue on the wall (I just fractured my left cute-ibia and I need to call an ambulance). I'm posting this here to gauge reactions, and then plan to forward Frankie to the cute overlords.



If you don't know the 'load, by the way, then you're missing out. It's guaranteed to make any day better. And I know from direct and anecdotal experience that even the hardest, coldest, roughest-toughest New York women make uncommonly high-pitched noises as they scroll through the site. If American guards in Gitmo and Kabul started using daily exposure to cuteoverload as an incentive instead of gay porn and waterboarding, maybe they'd actually find out something useful.