Monday, July 8, 2013

Pleased to meet you/Hope you guess my name . . .


29 comments:

  1. First!
    Nah! Not Satan. Not by a longshot!
    Mom says "Sweet Puss Puss," we say "Spitty the Great!"

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  2. No way! You're King Spitty, that who you are!

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  3. Somebody do somethin' to annoy you, my pal? Hmmm... Tell me who upset you. Tell me who. I'll MOUSES! 'em, for sure.

    Purrs,
    Nissy

    PS. Yes, a peep can be MOUSES! It's a fact. Done it at my house more than once.

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  4. You do NOT look Satanly in that pic. I'll not call you Lucifer Sam.

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  5. Gloman does a Church Lady impression that's so good it's scary.
    ; ) Katie

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  6. No, not S.a.t.a.n.... L.o.t.h.a.r.i.o.!! hee hee

    Star says: Spitty I think your human owes you an apology! Satan indeed.. hrmph! You're the Shadow Angel, the Dark Angel, the Hot Mancat! The King!!
    By the way, I, too, am a couch/chair scratching addict. Mom is always amazed that her furniture doesn't look worse than it does because I can. not. stop! I do try to concentrate on the back corners (if they cant see me, they cant chase me, right?) but even they don't look as bad as they should for all the work I put into the job! Seriously! Perhaps we need to exchange scratching ideas? You teach me destruction and I'll teach you discretion?

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  7. Silly Spitty...I told you, you look like my old cat, Orange Eyes!

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  8. Hey, I have a funny story for you - a couple my human knows just went to England and saw the Rolling Stones while they were there. And the tickets were $666!

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  9. ....Spitty waiting for a kiss from the Human.

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  10. A sweet black panther! And we love your new header.

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  11. Nope, wethinks Satan is wrong for you.

    We like Mr Cuddles instead.

    *runs away FAST*

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  12. Oh no...(I can hear that Church Lady scenario going in my mom's mind now {we are that close, mom and I})
    NO way are you such an entity. You are, as some have said, a Lothario. xxxooo

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  13. I think to be Spitty is much better :o)... or King Spitty?

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  14. You look like you are up to no good, no matter the name.

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  15. "just as every cat is a criminal
    and all teh mices faint,
    as heads is tail
    just call me Spitifer
    cause I'm the King and you ain't..."

    thanks for the ear worm!

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  16. If not Satan, at least one of his minions. Purrs and hugs, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Jo

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  17. "Please allow me to introduce myself...."

    love the song :)

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  18. NO, no, no! You're too handsome.

    Your write-up on Sparky's blog is up at the BC.

    http://theblogvillechronicle.blogspot.com/2013/07/meet-greet-july-9-2013.html

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  19. a rolling stone ~~~~~~

    You can't always get what you want
    But if you try sometimes well you might find.... you get what you need

    recorded november 68......de food service ladee wuz.....


    gatherz noe mozz~~~~~~~~~

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  20. To me it looks like you are in a lovely meditation! Me-Ommmmmm

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  21. Nah, you're just a bit devily.

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  22. No way! You are too sweet.
    Sue B

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  23. Oh, Spitty, you are too awesome and too handsome to be Lucifer!!MOL, although Mommy says it's a great song and the SNL Church Lady was very funny!...WE LOVE YOU!!...Happy Tuesday, sweetie...kisses...Calle, Halle, Sukki

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  24. I dunno, buddy! The staff says that sometimes you look just like me!! Something about "grumpy" and "moody" and "fed-up". I would dispute "Satan" though! ;)

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  25. We know you're a little devilish at times, Spitty...but never Satan! ;)

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  26. Hmmm
    Me always thought Spitty could not be your REAL name!
    Satan is purrfectly acceptable for a Cat From Hell.
    Kisses
    Nellie

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