Wednesday, August 31, 2016

The Huddled Masses Yearning . . .

Sure, go ahead, Human, look at me and make your little joke. Ha ha ha! You know why I am huddled here, pathetically cuddling up with an armchair, don't you?
That's right, Buttercup. You are not making time to play with me or give me the Brushies that I like and deserve, so I am making my own fun. If it makes you feel guilty, well, that's just a bonus.

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Monday, August 29, 2016

Chillin' Like a Villain . . . and
Tale of the Tiny Toilet

Oh, Kitties! Yes, now I am Chillin' like a Villain . . . but I sure wasn't earlier today. In fact, I spent a good portion of the morning UTB as a plummer came and ripped out our (well, to be precise, her) toilet and replaced it with some kindergarten-size model. I don't get it though--I thought he'd be bringing fruit, not some doll-house throne!


So, as you can see, the tank is considerably smaller and less, um, forceful in its flushes.

And now she will have to repaint the wall, eh?

The sturdy old standby lasted 109 years--since 1907, when this place was built.

I dunno. What are the chances this commode will make it till 2125?

Sunday, August 28, 2016

Sunny Sunday Selfie

We are very happy living here in the Cool Gray City of Love, as both the Human and I hates the hots with a burning passionate loathing. However, thus far this August, there has been only ONE (1) day that reached 70°. So even though we love our fog, it was a Good Thing to see the sun today.

Saturday, August 27, 2016

My Lonely Caturday, Interrupted

So, the Human decided to abandon me today, Caturday, the day that should be most devoted to the Kitty, after her long work-week. Instead she went out gallivanting.

But I am a tolerant ManCat, am I not? I had already forgiven her in my heart, in this fine year of Mercy, ready to offer her some love as soon as I woke up from my nappy.

But you know what, Kitties? I bet you do, don't you? Instead of patiently awaiting my company, she came and Woke Me Up. Honestly, the nerve of her! I hope she's not gonna be looking for love in all the wrong places tonight, Kitties, 'cause there ain't gonna be any on offer.

Thursday, August 25, 2016

Claws . . . and Effect








Kitties!
The horrifying discovery of this led to . . .



       plenty of this today!

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

This Lamp Has a Shade






I told her she didn't need to draw it on, that you were smart enough to fill it in for her, but she insisted. Fooey.
Now I just look silly.

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Snuggling, Revisited

Okay, Human, now this is nice. 

I got used to a certain amount of snugglings and pettings this summer. I purred for you, I settled in right next to you, I *thought* I was being a Good Kitty

Remember?
And yet, and yet, it was not enough. Do I have to beg for a return to those halcyon days of summer? Do you love school more than me? Well, do you?

Monday, August 22, 2016

Breakfast at Tiffany's With Spitty

So yesterday, I left the Human at home and met my pals Peter (Savannah's Paw Tracks) and Kevin (Animal Shelter Volunteer Life) for brunch at a nice restaurant right on the bay. 
We had an excellent time, just us boys!
Well, maybe Linda (Peter's wife) and my Human were allowed to come too. But *they* are just girls and thus were relegated to the other side of the table. I had a wonderful time. Peter and Kevin are both so nice and friendly. Plus, they each have two beauteous girlcats of their very own. Sadly, Savannah and Sage and Zoe and Gracie were not invited. Sigh. Maybe another time.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Rumpled Sunday Selfie

Hello, Kitties! Here I am behaving myself like a purrfect gentleman.
do like to look my best. However, because the Human *was* providing lots and lots of quality petting, my furs are all askew. While I am grateful for the attention, it would have been even nicer if she'd thought to brush me out before the photo session
Don't you think?


Saturday, August 20, 2016

Well-Fed, Flea-Free?

As predicted following the demise of my beloved Whiska's, I have not yet starved myself to the vanishing point [nor lost so much as an ounce--Ed.] I have instead discovered the Wonderful World of Fancy Feast flavors and even other good-for-me foods [sort of; do not make me tell them how much spendy cat food I have scraped into the garbage. --Ed.]

I have been given my August dose of Advantage and it has been several weeks since any fleeze, living or dead, have been spotted. I do not scratch more than any normal red-blooded cat, and no little living or dead bodies are discovered in the tiny-spaced teefs of the flea comb. Nevertheless, the Human intends to keep up the monthly doses through at least November or December--to get through the hot Indian Summer season when them wicked fleeze are most likely to flourish.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

                         Whatchoo Lookin' At, Human?

I am devoting some serious thought to where I am going
to curl up for my late-afternoon nap.

None of this is any concern of yours. Step away now,
You can come back when it's *your* bedtime. Got it?

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

The Human's Office: Catified Cabinets



























Punapippuri's Calendar                                            Me            Lord Chancellor                                Booger
(Mirsku is Mr. August--                                                                 Fritzie
Ms. Jaava is stealing some                                    
of his warms.)                                                                 Aggie           Little Wally                                   Buster & Bundy
                                                                                                                                                            
                                                                                              

Quint's painting!                                                           Wally        Mooey
(Colehaus Cats)                                                              Madie
                                                                                             Aggie

                                                                                             Igi               Me again

URGENT ADDENDUM:  
These are FACULTY CATS! Not my Furiends or LadyCats! These are kittehs that have NUFFING at all to do with ME!  (Well, except for ME--and The Finland Calendar kitties!)

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Kitties! Look who came to visit me and cuddle for a while!
She is very beauteous, is she not?

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

(Romper Room) Wednesday




Hello Kitties!  The Human says our dining room play room is too full of things for me--as if that were even possible! Phffft.

There are two smallish cat trees, three tunnels, two scratchers, three boxes. She says that is about eight things too many.

I say, I *need* all those things.









Monday, August 15, 2016

Back-to-School Woes

Sigh. The Human went back to work today, Kitties, and left me to languish here, unloved and un-entertained, for like elebenty dozen hours. You know what I need, don't you?

Oh, I know you: You're going to say, "Ladycats!" aren't you? Well, I can't say you'd be wrong with that answer. But honestly, I'll take anything with furs. Or even without. 

Kitties, I'm so desperate that if you have an extra Human, or even an annoying one you'd like to get rid of for a few hours, feel free to send them along. I'll make 'em appreciate you even more!


Sunday, August 14, 2016

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Ma liaison avec la boîte
My Affair with the Box (Cont'd.)

I can't stop.
















We aren't really sure who makes the tiny guttural noise at the end of this :23 video. She swears it was me, but I dunno. I think it's a toss-up.

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

A Visit to Mrs. Grossman's

A couple of weeks ago, the Human and her friend visited the Sacred Holy Site of Mrs. Grossman's sticker factory.
Perhaps I have not yet in Lo, these six-plus years of blogging, spoken of the Human's obsession with these shiny little paper items? 
Well, she believes she has played a major role in the flourishing sticker business over the past 25 years or so. And Mrs. Grossman's are the Epitome of Fine Stickers.
Imagine her joy when she discovered the factory was located in nearby Petaluma, a mere 40 miles north of the City by the Bay!
She and her friend, who graciously agreed to accompany her on this quest of a lifetime, paid their $7 fee and set out happily on the tour. That the rest of the tourees were little girls below the age of 11 bothered her not at all, though her friend occasionally looked as though he might like to disappear into one of the mighty sticker-producing machines. Nevertheless he soldiered on, bravely taking photos of the factory's Great Sticker Timeline, as the Human had stupidly forgotten her own camera. (These will appear eventually--the pictures below were taken in our very own living room).
After the tour, the visitors were escorted to the most stupendously wondrous sticker shop ever, where she managed to spend $39 on more stickers (that's $39 perfectly good green papers that could have bought me foods and toys and treats and important stuff!) It was, in fact, so astonishingly extravagant that she qualified to get her $7 for the tour refunded.
Life just doesn't get any better than that, does it now, Kitties? (Cue sarcastic laughter)

Okay, Okay. These were some of the freebies given out on the tour, so I can understand and accept the woofies, fishies, etc.
But these are some that she purchased. So what's up with the CHICKENS, Human? Shouldn't ALL of these be kitties? I mean, you forked over some of our hard-earned CASH for these. Chickens? Really?

Monday, August 8, 2016

                            International Cat Day!

This box dealio is pretty sweet.
I am Kitty; hear me roar: This box is mine.
Ut-oh. I feel a nappy coming on.
It's okay. I can nod off in peace right here, right?

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Saturday, August 6, 2016

It's Boxing Day!

That bowl *did* benefit me after all! She can have the stoopy thing--this box is mine. And to think I used to believe a box would Eat Me!  Uh, it won't, right?

Friday, August 5, 2016

                         Spitty Two-Tone

This sunlight sliced me right in half, Kitties. Didn't hurt a bit!
But maybe I look more dramatic in B&W?

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Yes, I Do, I Do Float




















So I kind of wanted to hit the Boardwalk (and, mirabile dictu! that sand!), but there were too many Humans and you all know how that turns out for the Kitty. Plus, Bast knows I did not want to go on any stoopy rides

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Stoopy Human Purchases

So the Human and a friend went to Santa Cruz for lunch on the wharf today. Then they went to a pottery studio/shop, where the Human spent a practically half a week's salary on a bowl. Yes, that's right, Kitties, you heard me right: a BOWL


Is it a bowl for my kitty foodz? Is it a bowl for Human soup?
Is it even a bowl for use by any living creature of any kind?
No! It is not! It is a bowl for (now get this!) Looking At.
No wonder they went to a bar in Half Moon Bay and drank for an hour.
They should have just poured the vodka in that bowl.

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Tasty Tuesday: Mmmmmmmmm, Corns
                            Mmmmmmmmm, Butters

I never used to eat the Human Foods. I felt they were beneath me. But lately? Well, lately, I dunno. Sometimes I just can't help myself. Like this delicious corn. And the buttery goodness that dripped from it.

See for yourself, though the Human was too slow on the draw to get the really good parts. Still, it's 0:11 of delicate and satisfying action.



Monday, August 1, 2016

                                 This Is My Life Now

Well, first off, I guess you can see I haven't exactly been starving, though I maintain it is simply an unflattering camera angle.

But my real issue today is that like most senior citizens, I have acquired a little medication corner of my very own (the Human has had hers longer, 
ha ha meow!).

As you can see below, there is nothing I actually have to ingest, and frankly there is nuffing that causes me any real discomfort. It is more the abstract idea that I have need of these accoutrements, at least for the nonce. Isn't that a nice word, nonce? 
Perhaps useful for Scrabble
                fml