Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Pooping Out Pinkie?

I was feeling all warm and stretchy and relaxed when suddenly the Human said, "Spitty! Did you eat Pinkie and poop him out again?"

"Of course not," I replied indignantly.

But really, so what if I had?

What business is it of hers?

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

                                 I'm All Tuckered Out

from Katie Isabella's Board Meeting this afternoon.
It was brutal
I think some kitties' Human staff got fired.

In other news, the Human wanted to get
all artsy early this morning so she took
this picture with her phone cause she liked the foggy
gray skies with the little spots of sun, but in the picture
it just looks like smoke. But it wasn't.
I think she needs a new hobby.

Monday, May 22, 2017

Saturday, May 20, 2017

                    Sunday Selfie: This Is My Life Now

Yes, Kitties, it has come to this. I must needs nap away my days, starving, unloved and unplayed-with* as the Human spends all her waking hours and what little energy she possesses at her advanced age at her loathesome (to me) j-o-b. Oh, she talks a good game ("It'll be summer soon, Spitty, and we'll have a good time then, Spitty"), but I have excellent reason to be skeptical. Promises are cheap and follow-through far from guaranteed. At least she *was* helping me post, till last Tuesday, that is. Then even my single line to the outside world was unceremoniously severed. Oh, the Humanity! It's an outrage is what it is.
* Okay, maybe not starving.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

In the Grand Tradition of

James & the Giant Peach, we present 
Spitty and His Late-Night Snack

Monday, May 15, 2017

Huddling Up

Some days, I find it's best to just burrow into my comfy cave and tune out the tumult and the shouting of the Human world and its "news bulletins."

If they actually mean something, they'll still be there tomorrow, and if they don't, best not to hear them and fret unnecessarily. And honestly, is necessary fretting even a thing? I think not.

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Sunday Selfie: Sleepytimes Spitty

Lullaby and good night 
Now the daytime is over

You wouldn't think I'd like the Human to sing to me, but I do.

And . . .
Happy Mother's Day to Moms of all kinds, including the Human's beloved Mom and Grandma across the Bridge.