I lied. Spitty is never wordless. So here I am, enjoying a nice afternoon sunpuddle.
If the Human really loved me as much as she claims, she'd get me one-a them nice kitteh window seats so I would not have to squeeze myself onto this narrow windowsill where I can barely maintain my balance and might at any moment slip precipitously to the floor and crack my tiny skull. Then she'll be sorry.