Thursday, July 24, 2014

♪ Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree . . .

With anyone else but me . . .  ♪ ♪
Warm summer days call for convertibles . . . and when I hauled out my candy-apple-red Furrari, I knew it was time to scoop up the Lovely Pricilla in Montana, where her feline minions had taken over the blog show for the week, and hit the road.
Pricilla spent such a long time in the orchard, I feared we'd miss our second stop, a secret country lane, specially stocked with Goatie Goodness, but as daylight waned, we arrived and she hopped lightly from her customized rumble-seat.
After she nibbled delicately on husks and berries, we stowed the leftovers in the trunk and sped off homeward.
Before I dropped her off at the farm, I gave her a nice bouquet as a souvenir of our special day together. I think she enjoyed the lovely flowers . . . in her own way, of course!

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Eh, Whatev.

A dear friend purchased this fine toy 
for her Kitty. Her kitty didn't much care 
for it. Our friend boxed it up, batteries 
and all, and mailed it to me all the way 
from Sacramento. Wasn't that super
nice of her??
Last night the Human *finally* put it 
together for me, and . . . 
Well, I'll let you see for yourselves 
how excited I was!

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Look, Look! It's an Award!

I want to say a big Thank You to Travis at Lone Star Cats for this shiny new Shine On award.

After 4+ years of blogging, I'm not sure there is even one fact, let alone seven, that you don't already know, my Fine Feline Readers, but I will do my best!

a. Sometimes I like to try new flavors of stinky goodness, but as soon as the Human buys a bunch (see 7/19), I decide the old stand-bys are the best after all.
 Lately, I have softened the Human up by snuggling a little bit when she goes to bed, and actually sleeping nearby for much of the night, but then I change my mind and sleep in my tiny tent or on the bookshelves. It makes her soooooooo frusterated!
x.  meow like a little girl kitten.
&.  I am embarrassed that I am still a Tenderpaw in Cat Scouts.
U.  I've been thinking about getting the Furrari out. It's been a l-o-n-g time.
1. I totally stole this numbering system from the Lounge Kitties.
p.  I'm working on memorizing a soliloquy from Hamlet. I'll let you know how it goes.

My Human is far too lazy and inept to help me figure out 15 kitties who haven't received this award yet....but we would love to read 7 facts about you, so please help yourself! And thanks again, Lone Star Cats!

Monday, July 21, 2014

♪ If everybody had an ocean
Across the U. S. A.
Then everybody'd be surfin'
Like Californi-a ♫

The Human and her friend went for a nice little walkies Sunday afternoon. Weren't they surprised to see me on my board, catching a wave or five in the frigid waters of the Pacific! While those others wear wetsuits, I eschew such silly Human accessories and let my furs do the job.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Surveying the Kingdom

Last night, I took advantage of the Human's absence to teleport downtown and take a gander at my Kingdom around Union Square, where apparently Halle, Calle and Sukki have been doing a fine job as Viceroys.

There was a lot going on, all right, but it all seemed orderly enough, and I was delighted to see the new street signs.

Excellently done, Viceroys. Your King is well-pleased.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Shopping Trip

So the Human went shopping Friday afternoon, and I don't know whether to be flattered or offended at the contents of this PetSmart bag.

"Picky Cat"? Phhft. Discerning feline gourmet, I should think!

On the other hand, I don't hoover my food down like some Little Piggy Boy.

And do you see the Ambrosial Jars peeping out at right? Now there's the food for a "Picky Cat"!

Friday, July 18, 2014

True (and Humiliating) Confessions

Well, Kitties, it's time for me to pay up. Foolishly, I was suckered into making a wager on the World Cup final with that sly & wily Punapippuri, King Kitty Cat of Finland (N).
The stakes were these: the Loser (i.e., ME) was to post an embarrassing secret.

Well, Furiends, I have struggled mightily for Lo, these many years to hide this humiliating reality: When I am warm, and sleepy, and comfortables, and my heady is being scritched just so, I drool. I can't help myself, okay?

Well, King P? Am I all paid up now?