Fakin' Bacon (sorry...)

Okay, if you can't tell, we've just entered the slow season here at work. Hence the above photo, sort of continuing the crazy cat theme of the week.

A friend sent me this email about some tiger in a California zoo whose cubs were premature and died. As a result, mama tiger, although healthy, fell into a deep depression. The vets decided that she should "foster" some cubs, but I guess tiger cubs aren't excactly the sort of thing you can just go down to Costco and pick up by the dozen. (They might consider talking to that guy in the Bronx who illegally kept that Bengal tiger in his studio apartment; he probably has a few to spare).

So they found some piglets for her to foster, and, for some reaason, dressed them up as if they were going to a gay bar. (Not that there's anything wrong with that ...) Fortunately, it cheered the Tigress right up. Either because it soothed her maternal longings, or becuase pigs in unitards are just plain funny.