Sunday Selfie: A Day Late & a Dollar Short

The Human and I have spent the past four or five days submerged in smoke from terrible fires raging north of us. We remind ourselves that we ought not to be complaining overmuch, as people just 160 miles north are suffering from much worse than unhealthy air.

In other news, R.I.P. new white whisker. It has either turned black or disappeared. I guess the wait begins for a replacement for the replacement.

Remember Those Scissors?

Well, this time she cut off my tailio.

There's another big fire up north and the Human 

says it made our sunlight a weird color today

but frankly that makes no sense at all to me.

Wordless Wednesday: Guess What???

It's . . . Playtimes!

I made her video me tonight even though she didn't do

a very good job. But I am not always asleeping even

though it does seem that way sometimes. ::sigh::

Sunny Sunday Selfie: It's Too Darn Hot!

Hello, Kitties, and happy Return-to-Normalcy with our clocks. I do not care for this crazy practice that pretends Humans can somehow manipulate time and add an hour to the day. Folly! You don't see kitties doing stuff like that, do you?
As you can see here, retirement has not improved her slovenly housekeeping habits. Just saying. If it's not one excuse, it's another.
Finally, my lopsided-white-whisker survived the imminent scissor attack the other day, though she says that was only round one. As you can see, the other one may have taken a permanent vacation.

Happy Halloween,

Kitties and Humans!

Single-Whisker Sunday Selfie

Perhaps you recall this, my fine furry furiends? Well, it has been about a month, and my left whisker pad has shown no sign of producing another. The Human looks at me while she slaps a little pair of metal scissors against her palm and says, "Hmmmm."