Sunday, January 20, 2019

                          Daily Disappointments #3

Am I blue? Well yes, or maybe salmon. Why she fiddled 
with my sad & disappointed picture, I do not know.
All I *do* know is that she went to PetSmart today, 
the place of bounteous kitty joy, and all I got was some food.
None of this, not one single item:

Is there any defense for her miserly behavior, Kitties? I think not.

Sunday Selfie:
Tent Time Tranquility

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.

Friday, January 18, 2019

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.

Thursday, January 17, 2019

            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?

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

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?

Monday, January 14, 2019

                          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?