If Kitties Ran the World

Their Humans would provide them 
intoxicating toys 24/7, and stick around
for a companionable chat while the kitty
played. That's not asking so much, right?

I Think It Looks Just Like Me

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 we I 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?  

Playtimes: Expectations v. Reality

So today, I got to play with my valerian-soaked yellow ball.  I would say expectations were met and even exceeded.

The Human is a bit conflicted, however. She bought these innocently enough at a rather chi-chi, upscale pet store about a year ago. She subsequently learned why it is I love them sooooooo much--they are real fur. Ugh, she said. And contemplated taking them away. Not on your life, I said, unsheathing every claw and baring my fangs. You'll notice I got to keep them.

Sunday Selfie: I Wish This Tube Were L-o-n-g-e-r

Then she couldn't find me.

Marv's Human Barb Kowalik . . .

is Da Bomb as the Human's teen-aged students used to say back in the day (but now when the Human says it, she just sounds like an old dork).

But look! Feast your eyes upon my Lord Chancellor, Fritzie, Fritzie's camera-shy dad, and his fine portrait painted by the above-mentioned Barb.

You may notice that His Majesty features rather UNprominently in this masterwork, which was painted from a picture in which Yours Truly appeared on Fritzie's computer screen. 

Is it possible Fritzie was committing an act of treason? Oh, surely not! He was simply caressing my little heady. Right?

Spitty's Forecast, #1

Napping with a chance of sunpuddles.

How's that for a forecast? I suppose it really might not count at all because it wasn't exactly a forecast so much as it was an affirmation.

Perhaps you noticed our failure to post yesterday? *I* wanted to, but the Human said, Oh, no, Spitty, I'm gonna take care of this everyday fantasy I can see developing in your little cat-brain right now before you start pestering and pestering. Even more than you do now.

I don't think that was a very nice sentiment. Old meanie.

Daily Disappointments, #2

I was feeling a little, oh, maybe bedraggled is the word I'm looking for. So I hopped on up onto the Human's desk while she lollygagged in front of the laptop and asked nicely for some brushies and then some playtimes.

But noooooooooooo. She has to read her 27th Politico article of the day, followed by a dozen more from some other site as she shakes her head at the appalling state of American politics.

Now I ask you: What good does that do me, Kitties?