Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Thankful Thursday

Today I am thankful that I and my fleas can lie down and stretch right out wherever we darn well please.

Right now we are on her nice, big bed.

It's super comfortable since she bought that memory-foam topper, AND --as I'm sure you've noticed-- none of those annoying dishtowels.

Monday, August 14, 2017

Sleeping Weird?

So she says I am doing something "weird" with my head while I am napping tonight. I think she has a very narrow-minded definition of 'normal' if she thinks this is weird. I mean, Linda Blair doing that 360° spin, okay. This? Not even a blip on the radar of 'weird.'

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Sunday Selfie: This Is My Life Now

Tomorrow, the Garage Trolls return, the Human returns to the daily grind, and I will be left to my own devices.
Plus, all my favorite sleeping places are covered with dishtowels now, so the Human can better track "flea activity." I feel like I'm in a Monty Python skit. Next thing I know, she'll have me wearing a bell. So humiliating.

Saturday, August 12, 2017

                                   In the Catbird Seat

Really? You want me to exert myself to get this thing? Hmm. Maybe tomorrow.

Friday, August 11, 2017


They're gone, gone with the wind that swept through the Inner Sunset. Sixty-four glorious hours of peace and quiet reign in the Old Homestead.

The killjoy Human reminds me that this weekend is Outside Lands in the park, and there will be rock music rumbling throughout the avenues. No matter. It can't possibly be even 1/1,000th of the decibel level of the trolls in the garage. 

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Spitty Is Scared

So, as you saw a couple days ago, we has a porta-potty decorating our sidewalk. The reason it is there is that many workers are tearing our building apart and putting it back together again in a hopefully-more-earthquake-resistant way. The work (which started August 1) is expected to take three months, and, Kitties, let me tell you, it is loud and terrifying. I spent yesterday huddled at the Human's feet [He has never done this before 😢. -Ed.] and found it strangely comforting that she was not twitching or screaming. She just kept telling me the noises were not inside our apartment (but they are working directly below us, in the garage and storage areas, called a "soft story," which is why it needs retrofitting). They bang and crash and hammer and pound and drill and, nevermind what the Human says, *I* think the world is coming to an end.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

                       Wordy Wednesday: A Miscellany

A Day at the Museum

Uh, okay. Whatever. I guess. Artistes. Go figure.
A series of sculptures by Sarah Lucas called "Good Muse."
I'm betting she might not be a Human?

"Mother and Child" . . . and CAT! Don't forget about the CAT,
Monsieur Renoir!

A Day in Sonoma

Where *I* was not invited.
Too bad, cause I'd have liked to scamper up this road . . .

. . . and visit *this* gallery!

This sign made the Human laugh a little. 
I don't get it, though.