Saturday, October 3, 2015

The Tock-tober Surprise

So, Kitties, apparently I am to be humiliated on the pages of my very own blog as part of something called "Tock-tober," when the Humans feel free to take embarrassing pictures of us and then, wielding their high-falutin' thumbs, post pictures of our backsides.   Hmmm, and just what the Sam Hill is that all about?

Fortunately, as a floofy black boy, I am largely immune to embarrassment of this sort.

W-I-N for me!

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Thankful Thursday:
I Love Playtimes

And I think Pink Fevver loves it, too.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday:
The Thousand-Yard Stare


Do not speak.

I am thinking  my
Important Thoughts.

Monday, September 28, 2015

Well-fed Once Again

I am warm and fed and not starving anymore.

I think I will take my baff now.

There's a dirty spot.

And look! Another.
Life is good again.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Kitties! I Almost Starved!

Do you see this HALF of a can? Do you? It is a mere morsel, I tell you, barely enough to keep a kitten alive from one day to the next, let alone a full-grown and robust manly ManCat such as myself!

But did the Human leave any kind of instructions for the Auntie? Like, "Make sure to give him BOTH halves of the can for dinner"?

No, of course she did not! So I got HALF A CAN! Oh Bast, the outrage of it all!

And worser, she told Auntie she did not need to "bother" coming this morning as she would be home "plenty early" to give me my breakfast herself!

Do you know what "plenty early" means in her book?  Do you know what time she rolled in from the Old Bat Slumber Party? Well, do you??

At NOON, Kitties, in fact after NOON.

And she said, "Oh look, Spitty, all your food plates are empty! You don't even have any crunchies left!"

"Well, d'oh! Feed me!" And so she did.

Om nom, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom.

Friday, September 25, 2015

I'm Sulky . . . So Sulky

As if it isn't BAD ENOUGH that the Human abandons me every day for her stoopy job, now the Old Bat tells me she is off to an Old Bat Slumber Pawty tomorrow.

Apparently, it's not enough to go play bridge in the East Bay for an afternoon. 

Oh noooooooooooooooooooooo

Now they are going to have a Bridge Slumber Pawty so they can play till all hours and drink martinis 'cause no one will have to drive home. To me. Like she should.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

I Vant to Be A-loan

For some unknown reason, the Human cannot resist a dangly foot.


Doesn't do much for me.


Sweet Grayce
Give Mr. Teeth and Clarkie 
a little bitey for us.