The musings of Spitty the Kitty
Our mom has to google Bobby Vee .Neon green is not stealthy!Emma and Buster
Toys are rarely very stealthy, mainly because there is usually a human at the other end of them.
Oh dear, did you predict this death? Mum was singing something about a rubber ball.
That isn't a very smart fish, Spitty.
Kudos to you, Sir !Catch inside da box, That's skill !!!=^x^=
That fishy was dying to be caught. Tom Hayden from TW's youth also passed.
Our stoopy mom is working, working, working. On a dog rescue site, if you can stand it! We're lucky we get dinner about the right time, let alone post!Oh, and the bat didn't even realize you had a link to the song! MOL! She is getting so old. And then we had to tolerate her singing along to Take Good Care of My Baby tonight when she heard the news.
Please don't link to any other artist's work!Stealth fish is quite stealthy when in the green forests of Finland- he clearly does not translate well to urban environments!
I agree with Mr Puddy - extra points for whapping that fish while also doing some complex yoga moves inside your box.MeganSydney, Australia
zGreat grab Spitty! My Dad remembers Bobby too.
That fishie was asking for trouble, bopping you on the head like that. My mum didn't know Bobby Vee had died. Her favourite was The Night Has A Thousand Eyes.
Human's always smack kitties in the head with the toy, Spitty...you too!
Mom's favorites were "The Night Has a Thousand Eyes" and "Take Good Care of My Baby." She loved his music, and he wasn't too bad on the eyes either, so she says. She hadn't even thought about your post when she heard the news of his death. That is one of those eerie things that happen sometimes. XOCK, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Jo
Mom had a major crush on Bobby back in "the day" too......as for that green fish - I'd say he needs to practice his stealth maneuvers if he's going to try to scare YOU!Hugs, Sammy
That fishy was ASKIN' to be caught, for sure. MOUSES!Purrs,Seville
Good job Spitty.
And while you were in your box, too.
The box looks purrfect. For one.
we are with you in this Spitty's mom.
Leave me a meow or a hiss; I don't mind a hiss or two. . . or even a bitey.