Speaking of Marie Kondo . . .

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.

Heh, heh, This is fun.

This Time Five Years Ago

Yes! I was sleeping. It's my best thing, all right? 

The real question here is, Where's my pink beddy got to now?

Surely she would not have gone and purged it in some drunken

Marie Kondo rampage. Right?

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?