The musings of Spitty the Kitty
Geez, it's about time your human's car got its garage back - that way she does not have to drag cat food and litter for blocks and blocks and blocks, like I'm sure she was probably doing.
Pleased to hear that your human's car is back where it belongs. As for her thinking that a mere quilt would stop you from sitting on the good chairs: she IS a slow learner, isn't she?MeganSydney, Australia
AWESOME eyes, Spitty! And I'm sure it's nice for your mom to have her car back in the garage. Happy moms make for happier kitties.
Oh hooray for the car!
She shoulda know she couldn't stop you.
Spitty, every kitty's middle name is "Lump" after all.And Mommy is UNNATURALLY excited to see a car IN a garage. Something which never happens around here!
We think your human inadvertently made you a great mancat cave with those quilts, Spitty. Hooray for the car!
Burrowing In is allus fun!
So glad the little Saturn is back in her nice warm home. Agatha (Mommy's car - yeah, she named her) wishes she had a nice little shaded home away from the relentless sun (most houses here don't have garages).
Can't pull one over on you. We get to our chairs, too, if they're covered, we just push whatever it is off. The blankie makes it extra cozy, though! ~Rascal and Rocco
Spitty you look well comfy in your Spitty Cave! Have a fabulous Friday.Best wishes Molly
hahaha, undercover Spitty :o) good idea to undermine the plan :o)
Ooo nice glaring laser eyes! Still trying to show you got your mojo back? It's working!!Star says: She puts down quilts to keep you OFF something?? She should be putting things down specifically for your COMFORT, not to keep you away! Hrrmph! Want me to give her a bitey? Actually, I like your little cave there. Maybe I can try it out sometime?
Oh Spitty! The Saturn looks like the one Mommy had before I came to live with her. Is your car what mom calls Saturn green in color? Her cars name was Zack and he nor our present car have a garage. We, as with Whisppy, is out in the sun and snow and rain. I don't have ANY tents as you do! Glad you showed her!!! xxoox
OURS---- not we. Sigh.
Everything is right with the world again.
Spitty...the humans are so silly when they think we can't get under the furniture covers. They just make the furniture even more attractive to us when they do that. So happy the car has made it back to its home prior to the weekend. Have a super weekend. XO, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Jo
Yeah, I don't understand why humans think we can't or won't get under things they cover furniture with. Why, it's an invitation to us! If you do find one with a higher IQ who knows this AND can find out about all the fun things going on, let me know--maybe we could share!Thank cod your car can come into the house again. I know my mom gets all wiggy if she can't get hers into the house.
I love to burrow, too. Especially after mommy has made the daybed! You maybe have seen pictures of my lump?As for the garage, hooray! That was a lonnngggg ten days for your mommy!
A nice quilt is like an invitation to fur up whatever lies beneath. ; )
Now thinks are looking good Spitty!
Whew we are glad everything is back in it's place! Spitty our Mom does that too like we don't know how to crawl underneath..pssffft. Right?
Quilts are much better for burrowing under than sitting on.
Whoa! She’s lucky no one stole it. What about the Furrari?
Yous go Spitty. Is so good tu see dat yous gawage is back tu nowmal.Luv ya'Dezi
Yup, burrowin' UNDER the towels and whatnot is the way to go. My aunties do that all the time.Purrs,NissyPS. Sure am glad no one sold your garage. purrs
Well I'm not surprised that you out smarted your human !Humans are NOT as smart as us cat's *mol*
Nice tent! Same for the Saturn - it gets its' "tent" back finally....those street people really have no idea that they are on your permanent "BAD" list do they?!Hugs, Sammy
Well duh. Humans never seem to master this concept, do they?
Great tent and lazer eyes Spitty! Glad the car is back home too!
Leave me a meow or a hiss; I don't mind a hiss or two. . . or even a bitey.