Sunday, August 30, 2015

Score!

Kitties! Last night after the Block Pawty, the Aunties came over for an adult beverage, and they came bearing a gift! A gift for me!

They purchased this royal throne for my sweet girl Onyx, but do you know what? Onyx spurned it, yes she did! They tried for a whole month to lure her onto it, using all their Human wiles, but Onyx wanted no part of it, unh-unh, no way, not having nuffing to do wif it. Girlcats! ::rolls eyes::

So, who is their next-favorite kitty? Why, it's me of course. And does King Spitty refuse a gift from his loyal and devoted Human subjects? Why no indeed, he does not.


It is ultra-fun and super comfy. What a treasure! Thanks, Aunties!

Saturday, August 29, 2015

The Block(heads) Pawty

   





What are these silly Humans doing now?












There is a bluegrass band (who cares?) and foods (Huh. Maybe they aren't that silly after all...).











Everybody had to bunch up for a picture. No one invited me to be in it. Guess they didn't want to look bad in comparison.







People barbequed. No one brought me any. The Human did give me some of her toona sandwich earlier.
Still, it would've been polite to offer, don't you think?






There was a bouncy house for the Human kittens. Fank Cod no one invited me into that!









Friday, August 28, 2015

I'm Melllllllllllllllting . . .



























You may think this picture is from yesterday, but I assure you, my Loyal Subjects, that it is most certainly *not* -- today was even worser than yesterday. Oh, the Hots! Oh, the Humids! Oh Bast! Can it please be winter soon? I'll be a Good Boy, I promise!

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Oh, Pardon Me





Just checking to see if this is my best side

Or my other best side.

And gossiping with my friends, of course. They know a lot of juicy secrets.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Hardly Strictly Speaking


I am not really supposed to climb up on this table where there are things that I might knock over and break.

As if this is the freaking Louvre and her tacky tchotchkes are valuable objets d'art and not candles from the Dollar Store on a cheap tray from Pier One.

Spitty does what he pleases, when he pleases and nobody tells him, "No."

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Monday, August 24, 2015

Getting My Mojo Back

Back in mid-July, in an outrage worthy of being the lead story in Cat Fancy magazine (though I am not the least bit fancy), I was deprived of numerous little mouth-weapons (i.e., teefs). 

Now, as if that wasn't bad enough, while I was anesthetized, my claws--my beautiful, long, shimmering swords of doom--were efficiently and summarily clipped right down to their nubs, Kitties, to their little nubs!

It was Not Right.

But unlike teefs, the claws--well, the claws can be coaxed back from oblivion by regular and intensive workouts on the sisal scratcher.

I confess I was a tiny bit distracted by an interesting noise in the street, but I assure you I got right back to my regular workout.

If I scratch it, they will grow.