Hi Kitties! I understand my place was usurped by That Aggie last night. Well, that's all right I guess, except for the part where she called me a fleabag. I will have to have *my* people call *her* people about that. So here's what the Human's been doing for a couple of days, along with going to work (only a little) and going out without my permission (too much). This is the shelving in the dining room that provides the backdrop for so many of my stunning* portraits and action shots. There are six little cubbies and the one big countertop. As you can tell (maybe) the blue squares indicate the cubbies which have been decluttered and tidied up to contain basically one category of item (A = small electronic items, B = office supplies, C = cat stuff & F = adult beverages), and the red ones have yet to be sorted (D = random Very Important Papers** & E = picture albums and stuff). Finally, there's the Big Red Square, and frankly, I have no idea what the hell she's going to do about that. * Sorry, CK--have you trademarked that yet? ** So, can you tell she's not filed anything for awhile?
Remember when people kept diaries and got mad when someone read them? Now, they put everything online and get mad when people don't. Heh, heh. *I* keep my thoughts to myself, unlike that fleabag. P.S. Spittola and the Human are having some minor camera troubles, which is why you are being so fortunate as to see me today. They'll be along soon enough. If I say so.
Or at least that's what the Human says. I dunno. It sounds a little, uh, creepy to me. Do your Humans ever say weird stuff that makes you wonder whether it's safe to snooze with both eyes closed? I'm not sure I want to be "scrumptious."
Ah, Kitties, life is good, despite the occasional tiny intruder. For those who wonder where the, uh, unwelcome "visitors" have come from, I posit two explanations: (1) The Stoopy Human brought them in on her shoes or clothing; or (2) Although I am an Only Cat, there *are* other kitties in the building, some of whom are indoor/outdoor, and there may be ::shhhhhhh::critters loose in the hallways.
Well, Kitties, I know it sounds wimpy to those of you in truly sultry climates, but it was a hideous 82 degrees today and honestly, I really don't care for that. I needed to sprawl unconscious in my beddie for a good part of the day. I don't know *what* the Human did with herself, but at least she's not covered in fur, *beautiful* fur, you understand. But unremovable.
Our fridge went kaput. The Human had to move all the stoopy hallway furnitures around last night and shove everything into the living room and I did not like that one little bit, let me tell you. But then this morning she scooped me right up out of a dead-asleep nappy and tossed me into the bedroom and closed the door. I drew plenty of bloods first, let me tell you. You would have been proud of me, Kitties! Then some men came and took our refrigerator away and brought a new one, and now we has ice cubes again. Like *I* care about that! It was an unnerving morning, let me tell you. But later I had a good nap in my purple beddie and I have forgiven the Human. She looks cute in those band-aids!
Excuse the eye schmutz, please. As several sympathetic black kitties noted on my "Dusty" post yesterday, *everything* shows on us. It's such a burden to look our best. But really, just listen. Can't you feel your blood pressure dropping and your bliss increasing?
I rarely use Spitty's blog for any purpose other than allowing him to relate his adventures as he navigates his little world and critiques me, his Human. But today is different. We all woke this morning to news of terrorism in Orlando, Florida. The senseless deaths of so many innocents is a national tragedy. Yet, that is not what prompts me to write today. No, what is on my mind is a different, closer tragedy: the death Friday night of one of our seniors, a kind and bright and beautiful young woman whose name I read at our graduation ceremony June 3, along with 61 of her classmates, her Spartan sisters. She and her boyfriend died in a horrific car crash, ejected from a car driven by another young man, going 90 mph on a street in South San Francisco. The driver survived and will face terrible charges for the deaths he caused, but none of that changes what has already happened. Our student, full of happiness, and excitement, and promise a mere week ago, is gone before she really had a life at all. The cliches of death fail at times like this; no platitudes like "Well, he lived a wonderful long life..." or "Well, at least she isn't suffering anymore..." leap to mind or tongue. There is just a great yawning void where once stood a vibrant girl on the brink of her adult life. The loss to her family is immeasurable. In my 42 years as a teacher and administrator, a handful of students have died. Each loss brings great sorrow for a life cut brutally short by illness, suicide, accident. There's nothing for it but to cherish and care for the others and try to learn anew whatever hard lessons the Universe is teaching. Spitty will be back tomorrow.
I'm feeling fusty and frowsy and unhappy that the insensitive Human decided to use my picture anyway. I think *I* should be allowed to take *her* picture just as she awakens from a very sound nappie. I told her she better use a small version or her punishment would increase proportionately. I think I scared her a little, 'cause she changed it from "Original size" to "Small." Exiting news tomorrow, Kitties. Or she thinks it is anyway. Stay tuned!
These are my favorite times of day! In the morning and at night (on good days, *twice* at nighttime), the Human and I have kitty Gymboree times. I stretch and get ready, and then I whap things and run through my tunnels and play with my dangly toys. Sometimes I have to gently tap* at the Human's ankles, or stretch my paws up to the computer desk to remind her, but a King needs his playtimes to decompress from the daily royal stresses. *Okay, sometimes there might be a claw and a drop or two of blood involved.
I am contemplating the demise of these fleas that I've been hosting at Spitty's Airbnb for a couple of weeks now. Should I feel guilty for their assassination at the hands of the Human? After all, they never paid their rent, they took Advantage (heh, heh) of three free squares a day, plus unlimited snacks, and honestly, they weren't very polite. No, all in all, I am not going to miss them when they Check Out over the next several days. I hope I get a really bad Yelp review.
And . . . I'm baaaack! Today I have a question for you, Kitties: Which of the items in this Still Life with Butterfly does notbelong in my home?
Here I am, being a purrfectly good boy despite the invasion of my purrsonal space by a nasty little tube of poison squeezed out on the back of my innocent and unsuspecting furry little neck. How *dare* she? I am appalled by her betrayal. But I do spy a jar of the Gerber's. So, hmmmmm.