Nothing to complain about today. Shocking, isn't it? I am warm and well-fed, and I finally horked up that furball that's been bothering me. All's well in Spitty-land. I'm working up some rage for tomorrow though, so don't worry that I've gone all soft.
I think Ol' MK might actually arrest the Human if she saw this:
But onto other matters. We had intended to begin regularly participating in Friday Fill-ins last fall, and did it exactly once. Phhfffft. But I feel the Human is more securely Under The Paw now, so we are trying again. So here are our Friendly Fill-In responses for this week, courtesy of our furiends at 15 & Meowing and Four Legged Furballs:
1. Silvervine and chick-hen treats go hand-in-hand. 2. A blasting radiator makes my heart happy. 3. Don’t be afraid to bite down as hard as you want to 'cause they won't bleed to death. 4. If showing disdain were a sport, I would win hands down.
Since I shared Barb's most excellent painting of the Lord Chancellor, I thought it only fitting to revisit her fine portrait, painted some years ago now, of His Majesty. It hangs just above the Human's laptop where weI compose my blog posts. I spend a considerable amount of time admiring myself, as who would not? The Human says my ego has grown even larger than my backside, but what care I for her silly Human criticisms?