Monday, August 30, 2010

It's hard to find good help

Hello Kitties!

My handsome face reveals my innermost feelings about The Human's new work schedule, where she is gone like elebenty billion eleven hours a day.  She disappears out the door around 6:00 a.m. with a cheery "Bye-bye, Spitty!" and does not return until I am practically fainting from weakness and hunger and neglect. As soon as I figure out how to dial the phone, I'm calling the SPCA on her.

I wish you could hear the raspberry I'm blowing!


  1. Your human either needs to figure out how to work from home, like mine, so she can be at your beck and call all day, or she needs to hire a cat nanny to make sure all your needs are catered to when she is gone. Why they think we don't need an assistant why they are out of the house, I'll never understand!

  2. It's unconscionable! Why, the very thought! Such impudence! I shall get you the phone number of your local chapter immediately! *er...just as soon as That Woman comes home and opens the can of Nirvana*

  3. Oh my goodness, we'll have to call room service for you!

  4. Spitty. This is simply unacceptable. Period. Has she done this before? Meanmeanmean.

    We are sending you bus fare ASAP. Get the one to Henderson, and go to the brown house with the Catio in the back. There *may* be a big dude wearing tie dye lurching around the property; he's cool. That's just our Daddy.

  5. OMG we are tongue twins today! How brilliant.

  6. MOL!!...Love the raspberry, silly Spitty!...You are always welcome to come eat with us, handsome boy...sending many kisses...Calle, Halle, Sukki

  7. We can relate, Spitty! Our human is gone 10 hours a day, from 6AM-ish to 4-ish. We're practically faint from hunger, too, when she returns.

    -The neglected Fuzzy Tales crew

    [Human's note: I leave more canned food out than you three eat most days and it ends up wasted. There are starving cats all over this world, you know, who would be lucky to get what you let go to waste!]

  8. Oh Spitty...of course I have some fishies for just you. I saved them. Thank you for coming to have some with us.

    My mommy always worked those awful 12 hr shift rotation hours and I was a lonesome kitty on accounta there are no sisfurs and bruffers here for me. So I know how you feel. I am sending you an email with my lawyers number. That stopped THAT stuff here in MY house. He's the's Mr. Sniff-Whffie P. Socks. Look for the email.

  9. Oh dear Spitty.
    We'll teleport over to keep you company!



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