Monday, November 30, 2015

Treachery, Part I: That Tart Butterscotch

Yes, yes, I will admit the obvious: He is a dreamy soft floof ball of orange sherbet and cream.
And yes, yes it was pretty gosh-darn adorable when he leapt right into his toy drawer and rooted through all the toys for just the perfect thing.
I'll even admit that the irresistibly plaintive expression that begged, "Play with me, please" was, well, irresistible.
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So, there she was, clicking away at that tarty little Casanova for days. Those clicks were rightfully *mine,* Kitties! What right does she have to spend clicks on some extracurricular orange gigolo like they meant nuffing?

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Annnnnnnnd We're Back

Oh, yes, there are stories to tell, Kitties, horrifying, lurid tales of treachery and betrayal. And tell them I will.

But right now it is time for a Sunday Selfie in this glorious sunpuddle that so generously presented itself to me this very day.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

To All Our Feline, Canine and Human Friends

The Human will be away for a few days, cavorting with Other Cats and generally having a fine old time without me. Phfft. 
*I* will be in the tender care of the Beloved Aunties. In the Spirit of the Holiday, I may even allow touching
We hope you all have a wonderful day!

Monday, November 23, 2015

Every Picture Tells a Story:
A Fun Game!

Who doesn't love a good game of Slappy Paw?

So what if I lost my head and nipped her a time or two or seventeen?

I didn't hurt her.


Saturday, November 21, 2015

Sunday Selfie: Whatchoo Want Willis?

Thanks for helping me out with my selfie today, Human. 
But go away now, because to tell you the truth you're creepin' me out a little bit. 

Friday, November 20, 2015

Artsy Caturday

The Human says she wanted to do this whole Caturday Art dealio we've never done before.
*I* say she played around with a filter or two and called it good enough. She's so lazy.

Thursday, November 19, 2015


Need I say more?

They want to be my friend and then they don't, they hisssssssss long-distance, they play the field, they plot and plan against me.

I'm just exhausted.

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Waiting for Godot

I seem to be having a bit of an existential crisis today.

I eat, I nap, I play:

But what does it all mean?

Just call me Vladimir.

Or maybe Vlad the Impaler?

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

The Human Wants

to throw you away.
She says you're ugly, and wrinkled
and it's embarrassing to leave an old grocery bag 
on the floor all the time when people come in here.
I say, there's a simple solution to that:
Don't let them come in.

need my bag.

Monday, November 16, 2015

Kitties Who Play Hard to Get

lose out and have to brush themselves.

Sunday, November 15, 2015

                       Spitty's Soothing Sunday Selfie

It is *too* a selfie. I was holding the stick with my back paws. Kinda.

Saturday, November 14, 2015

One Tailio + One Ear + Three Paws =

It's a good thing the
is equal to 
more than the 
of its parts, eh?

Thursday, November 12, 2015

Spitty's Mailbox, Part 2

Kitties, Remember this mail? Those Russian LadyCats I missed out on two weeks ago? Well, the Human's at it again!

This time I think it costed me $10,000! I was pre-approved, Kitties: Pre-ap-pro-ved! Do you even know what that means? 

Yeah, well, neither do I really. Still, what I *do* know is that my ten grand has gone the way of those Russian beauties, and that way does not lead here.

::outraged ears::

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

As You Can Plainly See

I am beside myself with irritation that the Human did not spend her exciting day off with ME, her favorite companion ever.

Oh noooooo! Instead she went tooling off to the movies so she could watch her Old Lady crush Tom Hanks in his new movie. And then, and THEN, as if that were not bad enough, she and her friend went out to lunchjust like I wasn't impawtant at all. 

You can tell how agitated and upset I was by the time she got home, can't you? 

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

              Proof Positive

                  the Old Bat's going to hell for sure, now.

Monday, November 9, 2015

Would You Like Some Half & Half?

Help! Quick! Before some confused 
magician whips out his saw!
Shoot! Too late. Bum-mer, eh?

Sunday, November 8, 2015

Sunday Selfie-on-a-Sack

I have developed a strange and powerful attachment to this grocery bag. Don't judge.

Saturday, November 7, 2015

So Guess Who My Human Met Today?

and if you said the most beauteous and charming Summer, you would be right.

Sweet Summer traveled all the way up the Interstate from SoCal just to meet my Human to compete in a Cat Show where she did *very* well--but we'll let her Human tell you all about that. 

My Human just wants to crow about meeting her and talking to her and even sneaking a gentle pet or six while she was napping. Summer is an awesome kitty!
There's more, but we'll save it for tomorrow.

Friday, November 6, 2015

I Don't Always Nap on Top of My Tower . . .

but when I do, I like to look my floofy best.

Thursday, November 5, 2015

Every Picture Tells a Story

Well, we left our Peace Post up for two days, but as William noted, it doesn't seem to be working. So onward.

1.  A neighbor had been borrowing the chair at lower right for, like, 8 years. When he finally returned it, the Human was appalled at her former taste in seat covering. But has she done anything about it? Of course not!

2.  More art from myself and Those Who Came Before.

3.  So, I see the Human has not been to the store to purchase new kitty grass, as it is (still) missing from its accustomed spot on the dining room table. Sigh. 'Maybe tomorrow, Spitty,' she tells me, but there's really no conviction in her voice.

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Monday, November 2, 2015

Does the Big Red S on This Bag

stand for Spitty, do you think?  
If I knew for sure that it did
I think I would feel more confident
about going inside it.

But if not, I think it's best to take 
a more cautious approach.

Sunday, November 1, 2015

My Busy Sunday Selfie

I got so wrapped up in my playtimes I almost forgot to set the camera up for my selfie.

Plus, I got lost in pondering what the Celestial Kitties said about those mail-order Russian LadyCats wanting my beddies and all my Chick-hen Gerbers.