Thankful Thursday: The Calla Lilies Are in Bloom Again. Such a Strange Flower

While I suffered all alone at home, worrying about that new ear growing on my tender thigh, the Human was off to the Arboretum for the day. Just like I mean nuffing to her.

Apparently, she didn't miss me at all, cause right away she found a new fren. Just like I mean nuffing to her.

She and her friend (a Human one, not that Human-seducing skwerl) walked for a couple of hours, and when they came upon these, the Human thought she'd be oh-so-clever with the quotations, just like Katharine Hepburn, if Katharine Hepburn were a pretty chubby bad actress.

So what's the Thankful part? She didn't bring her new fren home.

(Sorta) Wordless Wednesday

I don't often let the Human get a photo of my very fetching little curled paw. 
Consider yourselves extra-fortunate on this vernal equinox.

Sunshine Supercat

Ordinarily, I might not be quite so enthused to greet Mr. Sun and the heats he brings along when he visits, but it has been a long, deep, cold, old winter, and Spitty has wearied of the constant dark and rain. So this morning I was in my happy place, and I did not bat even one lash as the Human scored a bunch of fine photos.

Sunday Selfie: Rockin' My New House

On the plus side of her ledger, this week the Human bought me a new little house 

that has a window to grab things through: toys, strings, fingers. It's delightful!

Do You Mind?

I know you're retired and all, and don't think I don't appreciate having you around to provide better service than I used to get, but it's so warm and comfortable here in the sun that we have barely seen since, oh, maybe October?, and honestly I'd like to get in some personal time here on my tower's midlevel. Okay?

(Pretty Darn Wordy) Wordless Wednesday

Oh hello, Kitties! Yes, I am back, and frankly I am feeling pretty peeved at the Human. I know, I know: Surprise! But she led me down the garden path of keeping up with posting almost every day--and now look! It's Wednesday and we haven't posted for days and days and days. And believe you me, Kitties, It.Is.Not.Spitty's.Fault. Nosiree, Bob! This lands squarely at the feet of the Human.

I'm so depressed. I thought 2019 was going to be a banner year. But now it seems like maybe not? She needs to answer for this disappointment.

Sunday Selfie: Thar She Goes--

That darn hour that got away. Sigh.