happiness is a pile of kittens

The morning of Sunday, February 5, 2012 was filled with excitement and anticipation. A question weighed heavily on the minds of Americans- who would be the champion of the Big Game? I am referring, of course, to Animal Planet’s Puppy Bowl VIII- a two hour spectacle of supreme cuteness and tooth aching sweetness.

First Born Son came bounding downstairs hoping to commandeer the television to get his Modern Battlefield Call O’Doody on only to find Princess Commando and his mother snuggled on the couch in front of the television which was arrested with images like this:

But, try as he might, even a steadfastly teenagerish teenager could not resist the beckoning mewls and frisky paws full of confetti during Kitten Half Time.

Happiness is a pile of kittens (unless, of course, you are allergic to kittens, in which case happiness is being doped up on Benadryl).