Squirrel Cute Quotes

I'd never been jealous of any young woman's looks. For me, it was like seeing a cute little squirrel. This one has big eyes, that one has a charming stripe, et cetera. But some women really take offense at youth and beauty.

You’re awfully confident for someone the size of a flea bite.” Robin almost laughed at the insult Kael muttered. Michaela did laugh. “I know, but I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve if someone decides to get frisky.” She made some idiotic motions with her hands and feet that Robin assumed were supposed to be some form of martial arts but looked more like a squirrel having seizures. “Take that, bad guys!” Robin couldn’t stop himself from patting her on the head. “You’re cute.” She wagged her finger in the air. “And lethal. Don’t forget lethal.” She waved toward the elevator. “And here we are.

Cats - Israel's answer to the squirrel, if squirrels were less cute and left your garbage dumpster looking like a fraternity house after pledge night.

When she returns a few minutes later, the bachelor party is in tow. She gives me a warning look. Don’t act drunk, she mouths. I give her a thumbs-up. Then I jump up and throw my arms around Peter. “Peter!” I shout above the music. He looks so cute in his button-down and tie. So cute I could cry. I bury my face in his neck like a squirrel. “I’ve missed you so, so very much.” Peter peers at me. “Are you drunk?” “No, I only had like two sips. Two drinks.” “Trina let you drink?” “No.” I giggle. “I stole sips.” “We’d better get you out of here before your dad sees you,” Peter says, eyes darting around. My dad is looking through a songbook with Margot, who is giving me a look that says, Get it together. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt a living soul.” “Let’s go out to the parking lot so you can get some air,” he says, putting an arm around me and hustling me out the door and through the restaurant. We step outside, and I sway on my feet a little. Peter’s trying not to smile. “You’re drunk.” “I guess I’m a weightlight!” “Lightweight.” He pinches my cheeks. “Right. Weightlight. I mean, lightweight.

Cats - Israel's answer to the squirrel, if squirrels were less cute and left your garbage dumpster looking like a fraternity house after pledge night

“Chessie?” I ask. The rest of the hamster-size creature materializes, looking just as I remember: the face of a kitten, the wings of a hummingbird, and the body of an orange and gray raccoon. He flits to the dashboard and perches there, cleaning the oil and grease splotches from his fluffy fur with his tongue, like a squirrel taking a spit bath.

I could admit I had a bit of a crush. I mean…. Who the fuck asks for squirrel at a diner? Mutt. That’s who. He was weird, and cute—and he liked to stick his fingers up my butt. So like…that made him kinda perfect? Lying about being a dog, aside.

I think you’re cute when you’re jealous. Your face gets all scrunched up, and your eyes become squinty. You look like a pissed off squirrel.

Pepito The Squirrel, was crawling towards him, Determined to catch up, while dragging his hind limb, The man loved all animals, especially the cute, But nothing prepared him, it was now on his boot!

Lights twinkled and a cute little Christmas tree decorated with acorns, red buffalo plaid, and tiny wooden squirrels stood near the front door.

I could see Rachel well enough, though. We were made from the same rat's DNA, so we were basically the same rat. I could see her long, naked, pink tale. That tail is the reason people hate rats, but think squirrels are cute.

we saw some people point at the squirrel and say, “Aww, how cute!” as if the squirrel didn’t want them all dead. They wouldn’t have said that if a clown had been staring down at them from the top of the train, would they? Nope. They would have retreated to a bunker and laid down suppressing fire before lobbing some grenades at it.

Oooh! Look at the cute squirrel,” all the girls yelled. “It’s adorable!” “Kill it!” yelled all the boys.

See, squirrel cats, with their tubby feline bodies, big bushy tails, coats that change colour depending on their mood and furry flaps that stretch between their front and back limbs enabling them to glide from the treetops (or ‘fly as well as any gods-damned falcon’ as Reichis would insist), can – if you stare at them, squinty-eyed, from a distance and preferably through a drunken haze – look almost cute. They’re not. Puppy dogs are cute. Bunny rabbits are cute. Poisonous Berabesq sand rattlers are cute to somebody. Squirrel cats, though? Not cute. Evil.