Sunday, January 31, 2016

Sunny Sunday Selfie

After the years of drought, there's really no such thing as too much rain, Kitties. But I won't say that the sunpuddle today wasn't, you know, like totally awesome.
P.S. Here's an old picture. Dunno why I can't load the right one. Sorries! But I'm still good-lookin'!  Hmmm--now I think I loaded the new one too?

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Breaking News: Box Boy

What is wrong with this picture, Kitties?

Yes! Got it in one, didn't you? Yours Truly's in a cardboard box.

Now that's a sight rarely, if ever, seen in the annals of SpittySpeaks. Spitty is extremely suspicious of confined or enclosed spaces, but somehow this perfectly-sized, freshly-opened box looked too inviting to resist, especially after the Human tossed in two of my best-smelling toys. I curled up in there for hours, Kitties, hours

Proving that you can teach an Old(ish) Cat new tricks.

Friday, January 29, 2016

Tea for Two: Before and After

And *I* was not one of them. #bitter  #unfair  #yakworthy

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Step Right Up, Kitties

So here I am again, trying for a 1940s film noir look. Just call me Bogie or Orson or Mr. Raft.
We are ashamed of ourselves for being such bad visitors and we are surprised and grateful every day that so many of you come by to say Hey. Really, we are going to try to get better. 
If only someone could convince the Human that life could be GOOD if she'd just stop working already!

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

No Cat Is an Island

Well, except this week, me. I am an island. The Human has been so busy with her job, and her foot-soaking, and her 'pawtant social occasions and all, that I am forced to occupy the exact center of the bed, hoping to be noticed before I, well, I dunno, starve maybe? Suffer the withdrawal pangs of reduced brushings? Pine away like an abandoned stuffie, tossed aside for some shiny new chemistry set? It's an outrage, Kitties, it reeeeeeeeally is.

Monday, January 25, 2016

The King Is Comfertabuls;
The Human Is Not

I know there have been several shots 
of what I think of as "Radiator Porn.
But it is where I hang out these days
and often it's this or no picture at all, and
Dear Cod! what a tragedy that would be.


The Human has acquired a new man in her life: 
Too bad he's a podiatrist
She has a bone spur on her heel as well as a formerly-ruptured-but-now-sort-of-healing Achilles tendon. 
Part of the treatment for this is contrast baths Water Torture.
The warm side is fine, she says, but it doesn't take long
for the ice-water part to make her foot 
scream loud enough to be heard in Albuquerque.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Sunday Selfie: Perfecting the 1000-Yard Stare

You'd think a Boy could meditate in peace, wouldn't you? Alas, you would be wrong. 
Still, it was so cold today the Human turned the radiator back On after a few days in the hateful Off position, so I am inclined to forgive the disturbance, especially as my self-directed selfie features my Noble Profile.

Friday, January 22, 2016

The Psychiatrist Vampire Basement Cat Is IN

That will be $400  Two Pints  One SOUL, please.

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Sunshine Came Softly Through My Window Today

Coulda tripped out easy but I, I've changed my ways . . . not. Heh, heh.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

              LapBrushPurrRepeat


                                                                   a  On lap
                                                                   a  Brushies in progress
                                                                   a Purrer engaged

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday

GimmeGimmeGimmeGimmeGimmeGimmeGIMME!

Monday, January 18, 2016

Laundry Day

Well, ma'am, whutcha gots yerselp here is a passel of dirty sheets. Yup,
I'd guesstimate you gots two big loads today. Whutcher problem seems to be here
is that you've been right lay-zee and saved up yer laundry.
I'd really love ta help, y'see, ma'am, but I'm only 'bout 11 inches tall,
and then there's that pesky no-thumbs deal. So I guess
I'll jest stretch out like a possum on a raft and take a little snooze 
while you stagger over to the laundromat.
See ya.


Sunday, January 17, 2016

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Thhhhffffffffttttttttt!

I guess this isn't very artsy for a Caturday, but I *did* manage to stick my adorable pink tongue out at the flashy box. Also, 'cause this weekend is a three-dayer, she apparently decided she could spend at least one home with Yours Truly, cooking and napping and watching the first season of Better Call Saul. As you might notice if you can tear yourselves away from looking at me: Christmas Decor 1, Human 0. Maybe tomorrow?

Friday, January 15, 2016

Are Those Still Christmas Decorations?

Why, yes, I'm afraid they are. The Human's housekeeping habits are a disgrace, really. *I* am a model of tidiness and self-sufficiency; I don't know what's happened to her.

Thursday, January 14, 2016

Okay, I'll Get Off the Table

But only because I *wanted* to.
By the way, do you think you'll ever clean those shelves out?
I'm a leeeetle embarrassed when my friends see them like this.

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Liar








Kitties, 
she threw Juliet away. 

I will make her pay.

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Monday, January 11, 2016

The CALM

between the storms.

Sunday, January 10, 2016

SundaySelfie: Consider If You Will the Noble Profile






I want 
to change
my name.

You may call me Caesar.
Or Spittius Caesar.













Saturday, January 9, 2016

          Can You Find These Things

in the picture?
a. a wicked sharpity-sharp claw?
b. a tuft of distinguished silver furs?
c. my partially-hidden floofy tailio?
d. anything else you'd like to snorgle?

Friday, January 8, 2016

Me & My Little Friend


You aren't going to try to steal my pink polliwog
are you?

Because I am keeping it warm here, right beside 
my furry tum, by the radiator, while it hatches.

It's been steeping in the valerian for a while now, so I can see where you'd want it for your own, but really, it's mine and I would miss it something fierce.

You get your own.

Thursday, January 7, 2016

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

SpittySleeps

Lately, I have been enjoying 
some alternative warms.

If you had Superman's X-ray vision
you'd see this:

Monday, January 4, 2016

Schmoozing with Santa

So this afternoon I had a little chat with Santa.

He told me his time is just about up, and probably this weekend he'll be shoved into the St. Nick PTU and stowed away for the next 11 months.

I found this an appalling state of affairs, but he didn't seem to mind, as long as he didn't get stuck in the same box with those damn shepherds and their messy lambs again.

Sunday, January 3, 2016

Baked Goods



Sometimes after a few hours of snoozing by the radiator, I need to cool down a little by sprawling full-length on the floor away from My Preciousssss.

After about 10 minutes, I'm ready for another round.

The Human just shakes her head; she doesn't understand about kitties and the Warms.

Saturday, January 2, 2016

2016: Sunday Selfie #1

SO I took my Sunday Selfie on Friday (is that cheating, do you think?) because of the nice sun puddle that fell on my living room cat tree. Yesterday, the Human was too lay-zee to help me, and today (Caturday) was dark and dreary
I do realize I take a LOT of selfies here on this tower, but I think the half-pipe perch cradles me just right and shows me off to best advantage.
But this year, I hope to find some alternate good spots so as not to bore you each week with the very same shot. Though really, who could ever tire of looking at the Glorious King? Am I right?
The Human says vanity, like pride, is a deadly sin

Huh. 
.
.
.

Nope, don't think so!

Friday, January 1, 2016

Happy New Year

to all our furiends, Feline and Human (and canine and otherwise too)!

I have several items to report today.
First, we posted all about our fantabulous Secret Paws (Cody & Caren from Cat Chat) on the Secret Paws 2015 blog (here) so you can read all about my great haul. Thanks, Cody & Caren for the wonderful surprises!
Next, although the Humans last night were not too objectionable (they can't help being, well, Not Kitties), I was extremely happy to see their backsides so I could relax and watch the Human clean up and wash dishes till 2:30 a.m., MOL! I even let one of the guests (the Dad of Wally, Aggie and Miss Madie Mitten Kitten) pet my furry little head.
And Last but far from Least, today the Human finally let me open and enjoy my package of goodies from Finland(N). My fellow Royal, Punapippuri, sent me a giant calendar with a nearly life-size photo of himself. We wonder if Mr. Calendar Boy will appear on every month? Or will he share with his many furry (and unfurry) subjects? The Human says we must not look ahead so as to be surprised each month. To be honest, I really wasn't nearly as interested in the calendar as I was in the rest of the contents. Please notice the tongue action in the final photo. It's delicious!