Sunday, February 19, 2017

Sickly Sunday Selfie: Row, Row, Row Your Boat . . .

Gently down the streets.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
As raindrops turn to sheets.

Friday, February 17, 2017

Nurse, Day 3

Just how long can I be expected to put up with this?

[Ed. says:] Spitty is a bad nurse. Since I am home he wants to play all the time and when I don't want to, he bites me and/or sinks a claw or three into my leg.

This picture is from Wednesday, when we had sun. Now it is cold and stormy again. Not my fault. I'm a better nurse when it's warm.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Spitty on the Job

Yeah, yeah, all right. Gimme a break. 

I slept with her for 4.5 hours when she came back from teaching her class at about 9:30. Isn't that good enough?

Am I supposed to make her soup and ice water and bring her Ibuprophen and cough syrup?

I mean, there's nuffing wrong with her feet. She can get that stuff her own self.

Also, good thing the drought's over because when she got up from her endless nappy, she took a 25-minute shower in very hot water. I did not join her there, however.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Love Poem! And Useless Human

My darling Iza-Lambie of Mark's Mews won a prize for her lovely poem to me ::blush::  The contest was sponsored by the Noir Kitty Mews. You can find them and Iza's sweet poem at Noir Kitty Mews


How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways…

I love thee as
I love my meals
Warm and soft.

I love thee as
I love my rattley toys,
Noisey and whappable.

I love thee as
I love a warm pillow
Soft and quiet.

I love thee as
Birdie TV
And Fishie TV
And Skwerl TV.

I love thee as
My Protector
In the Halloween Adventure.

I love thee as
Dearly as the deer
Graze on the hostas
And Azaleas in the front yard.

I love thee as
My meals
My litterbox when it is clean
And the warm waterbed.

I love thee as
The birdies that hit our deck door
And wait for me to get out there.

And I love thy
Furs of deepest Black
Shining eyes
Claws of sharp,
And deepest mancat mystery…

In my thoughts
And in my dreams,
Thee constant comes
And in between
I dream of thee

In fact, and I’ll say this my King,
I even did this TWICE
Cuz the first version got deleted
When TBT furgot to save!

Thank you my Iza-Lambie! I've never received a poem like this. You are both beautiful and multi-talented.  

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And now . . . for Useless Human chat. She came home from work today all sick and sore-throated and headachy and coughing and drippy-nosed.  Frankly, it was disgusting. But she insists that she must Take to Her Bed, and probably there'll be no more cooperation this evening. So again, Happy Valentine's Day and we lubs you all a whole lot.

Monday, February 13, 2017

          Happy Valentine's Day!


Yesterday afternoon, the Human thought it would be funny to put a red heart sticker on the top of my furry little heady and take a Valentine's Day picture for the blog. UT-OH!

Nope nope nope nope nope! I completely FREAKED OUT and went running and rubbing, and rubbing and running, to get this THING off my head. I was desperate to rid myself of this device of TORTURE. I cried and howled and hid and howled. 

I finally managed to remove it (no thanks to you-know-who) and gave it a really good BITEY. The Human stuck it on the computer screen before she took a picture so you could see the holes real good. 

That sticker was a Bad Hombre.

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Saturday, February 11, 2017

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?

I'm talking to you, Human. C'mon now, it's Cuddle Time.

You know you want it.

Besides, it's Caturday and, really, what else do you have to do?