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I really like how the Hello-Kittians (Sanrionites?) are clearly girded for bloody hand to hand combat against some unarmed baby birds, mice, bunnies and flowers.

Hello-Kittians don't fuck around Capn.

is that a floral arrangement for a rook? That's just wrong!

In the world of Helo Kitty, there is only war.

Upon closer inspection, it appears that the smaller peices are the pawns, and each side has their share of sword wielding cats.

Chazz auditioned for the part of the horsey but they never called back.

Oh my god, I must have it! For those who forgot my birthday last week, here you go!

My chess-loving boyfriend's comment on it, after I sent him the link:

"My noggin has been kabong'd with the Truncheon of Cuteness. That is so damned cute that I just want to rip out all my nerve synapses, run them through a meat grinder, make little sausages out of them, and feed them to neighborhood dogs. And I've certainly never wanted to do *that* before, so I think you can get the full import of just what manner of stuperific, clonkifying cuteness we're talking about here."

Me, I find it kind of scary, to be honest...

kellydamnit, me too, but mine was just a couple of days ago. Happy Birthday!