Saturday, September 23, 2017
Friday, September 22, 2017
Wednesday, September 20, 2017
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Sunday, September 17, 2017
I am hanging out on the quilt the Human bought not long ago because I think it looks really nice with my furs.
Don't worry, Ms. Stacy, we do not love it as much as the one YOU made.
But the dots? Well, I am just a leeetle bit fond of dem. Yes, I am.
Saturday, September 16, 2017
Friday, September 15, 2017
Wednesday, September 13, 2017
Monday, September 11, 2017
Sunday, September 10, 2017
Thursday, September 7, 2017
This is how I found him when I came home this afternoon.
Then I came into the dining room and found broken glass from a candle holder he'd whapped off a table all over the floor.
I guess he was plumb wore out.
(Oh, by the way, eventually she inspected me to make sure I wasn't bleeding or nuffing. Took her long enough, though. ~S-t-K)
Wednesday, September 6, 2017
Monday, September 4, 2017
It was 82 here today. Better. But still unacceptable.
The acceptable temperature range for His Majesty is 55-68.
I expect my preferences will be duly noted for tomorrow.
Saturday, September 2, 2017
My Caturday Afternoon
The more time I can spend unconscious,
the less I think about how murderously
hot it is.
Caturday Night Party
The nice people upstairs moved their little Pawty
to the sidewalk outside our building's front door.
You gotta do what you gotta do.
And look! There's even a PortaPotty!
(And no, it's not raining (we wish!). Our window is dirty.)
(And yes, we did feel a little sneaky taking this picture.)