Formerly Feral Friday

Thirty days hath September....

and the Human found a way to fall short 

of my expectations on every single one of them!

Still, we posted every day, and the noms
have been excellent,
so she's making progress.
There might be hope for October.

(Still) Not a Garden Tour #10

The Human and the Introoder went to Treasure Island last Caturday.

Look, Kitties, look. See the water.

See the island for Bad People. Like Al Capone. Empty now. Guess there are no more Bad People?

Here is a 40' naked lady sculpture from last year's Burning Man. 

She lives on the Island now. She lights up at night. 

That would be fun to see.

Junque at the flea market.

Not a party *I* would wish to attend, however.

This Giant Rooster was about 3' tall.

This cat crown was marked $200.00. Somebody's kidding, right?

This guy made cool signs from photographs of letters.

The Human bought one and hung it by our front door so people will see it when they leave. 

The new Bay Bridge rises in front of the old--and gee, it

has only been 22 years since the earthquake. Quick work, eh?

Thanks for sticking with my Not-a-Garden-Tour all the way to the end!

(Very Nearly) Wordless Wednesday

Please, kiss the Paw.

What He Didn't Know Didn't Hurt Him

When he was out, I had my way with his backpack.

Heh, heh.

Wait--what? 

No, I didn't do that! 

Do you think Spitty is not a Gentleman?

Subtle scenting and furring were sufficient. 

ManCat Monday: Sweet Peace at Last

Oh Kitties, It worked. 

The Introoder has gone. 

Thanks fur all your help! 

Make Him Go Away

Make him go away. Make him go away. 

Make him go away. Make him go away. 

Make him go away. Make him go away.

His presence displeases Spitty.

Can any of you help a ManCat out here?
Anybody?

PEEESS: The Human put her foot down about the bone-grinding deal. Apparently, murder is now completely off the table. She says it would be "inhospitable." Thanks for the offer, though, CK.
PEEPEEESS:  It is lie that I curled up in my brown beddy and hung out within arm's reach of the Introoder last night. A damnable lie. Nuh-uh. Never happened. Photographic evidence? Nope, doesn't exist. Uh-uh.

The Introoder

Fee-fi-fo-fum

I smell the blood of an English man

Be he alive or be he dead

I'll grind his bones to make my bread kibble

Perhaps a Nice Shower

. . . would provide some cooling relief?

PEEESS: Probably what I wanted so much in yesterday's photo was my orange mousie, and, of course, for the Human to get the heck out of my way so I could jump up on my Tower like I wanted to. She was too lazy to remove the eye-schmutz with Photoshop or I would look even MORE handsome!

PEEPEEESS:  As of Thursday evening, we have a super-annoying very welcome house guest, her really irritating favorite cousin. He may distract the Human from her primary duty of doing my bidding for a few days but I will do my best to persuade her to visit and post when I command her she can. 

WANT

Gimme.

Hots, Hots and More Hots

All right, yes, as a matter of fact, I am whining.

Oh, and pardon that little gray volcano erupting on the lower right.

It's HOT and I can't seem to do a THING with my furz.

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof

Well, kind of.

Does this look like the face of a happy kitty to you?

Don't bother answering: I will tell you.

It is NOT the face of a happy kitty,

It is the face of a HOT kitty, 

and not in the good sense of that adjective, either.

It's the Pirate's Life for Me

Arrrr, me Mateys!

First, me & me landlubber Human, arrrrrrrrrrrrr, has to be thankin' that swashbucklin' buccaneer Mr. Puddy over thar, who be makin' and sendin' me this fine photo for the great occasion we all be celebratin' today!

Shiver me timbers, and sure I be offerin' a big cup o' grog to all me Mateys before we Gentlemen o'Fortune be settin' off to find us a chest o' doubloons and some furry wenches!

Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

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My pirate name is:

Black Harry Read

Like anyone confronted with the harshness of robbery on the high seas, you can be pessimistic at times. Even through many pirates have a reputation for not being the brightest souls on earth, you defy the sterotypes. You've got taste and education. Arr!

     

Want to learn your Pirate Name too?

http://www.piratequiz.com

Easy Like Sunday

The Human finds my little claws "adorable"--
that is, until they're buried in her tender pink skin, heh heh.

P.S.  Thanks for all the timely Pirate advice, Kitties!

Worried on Caturday

Kitties! I need your help!

I know that Monday marks a major celebration

 throughout the Cat Blogosphere,

and possibly beyond!

So someone has to tell me quick:

How do I meow like a Pirate?

Feng Shui Friday

I didn't think this cabinet looked quite right. 

It was missing something. 

It appeared unbalanced, perhaps even unlucky. 

It needed . . . my help.

See? Doesn't it look much better now?

Did You Buy Something Good for Me?

Huh? Huh? Huh? Well, didja? Huh?

One-Word Wednesday

Spitty's Festival of Foods, Part Deux

Purina One Turkey Pate: This reasonably-priced (well, all right: in my case, free) unpretentious little pate is a taste treat for the discriminating feline. Served with a dish of water and just the tiniest dollop of half and half on the side, this new Purina product has rich and complex flavors with a snazzy finish that lingers on the palate. I suggest serving at room temperature, as refrigeration will mask the voluptuous aromas that waft nose-ward from the plate.  Four Paws Up

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Kitties! Will you look at this? What an embarrassment of riches!
My BFF*, the stunning Cathy Keisha, sent me a package chock'full'o'treasures! Just look! And look again!

There were mousies, and Crave Treats, and Cat's Delight Tasty Sticks! And a really adorable card (on the left--can you see that nosy little kitteh?)

The Human snatched it all up and says I can only have a little bit at a time. As if! I want it all now, Human!

But alas, she has the thumbs and the cupboards. I will report on everything as it appears. I am told I will get one mousie and a Tasty Stick tonight. I'd better!!

PEEESS: If you look verreh closely at the upper right of the picture, you can see the evidence on the surface of the table from a time that the Human displeased one of The Kitties Who Came Before. Heh, heh.

* Best Furiend Forever

Spitty's Festival of Foods

Mmmmmmmmm, I can smell it right through the can! Open it! Open it! Open it!

Yes, Furriends, the Lovely Karen & her Boys sent me a special can of the new Purina One turkey flavor. The Human says I must wait till dinnertime to enjoy it. ::pout::

So unreasonable!

Thanks, Karen! You're the best!

Tune in tomorrow for a report on the turkey, as well as another

exciting chapter in Spitty's Festival of Foods!

Remembering

Shortly after 9-11, the students in one of the art classes at the Human's school painted some murals in the cafeteria. This one is about 10 feet across.

Peace out, Kitties.

Say what?

Is it really worth the effort it would take to turn my head to see what's on your screen?

Well, all righty then. Let's have a look-see.

Seriously? This is what you call entertaining? 

And to think if I had thumbs I could visit ALL my friends EVERYDAY like I want to.

Ess Is for Spitty

Ha! Fooled ya, didn't I? 

No, this is not my Ess. 

It is my pawsome comfy Hammick, and *I* am the (lazy) "S"!


Happy Mo Cats Day, Efurrybuddy!
And happy Admissions Day to California!

Me?

Oh, nothing. Just stalking watching glancing up at our neighbors. 

Why? Did they call you again?

The Ol' Schnozzola Tells Me:

Time to wash the bedspread, Human!

PEEESS:  Please join me in weeping for the ignominious use to which MY place mat has been put:

Yes, Kitties, the Human took it to her office and spread it atop an ugly little file cabinet. She said it was too much trouble to keep washing it for me! As if!  Well, as you can see from the main post today, she doesn't care for doing laundry. 

Which Picture Belongs on the Sports Page?

This sad, silly Giant at bat in yet another losing effort?

Or glorious ME, angling for a sip from that Giant Coke bottle?

Having slipped a horrifying seven games out of first place, the Giants have virtually no chance of repeating THIS , so I think even the newspaper would be better off with picture #2, n'est-ce pas?

Post-Brushial Glow

Ahhhhhhh, that was wonderful!

Was it good for you, too?

Uneasy like Sunday: Can We Talk?

Kitties, You know how I enjoy complaining about my Human. But it seems that during this past summer break, I became accustomed to her presence around here, playing fevvers with me, providing the more frequent brushies, filling my food bowls on demand, helping me blog and visit almost every day.

Since she returned to day-hunting in mid-August, I am experiencing an unprecedented realization: Perhaps I have become ( ::shudder:: ) attached to her. Perhaps for the very first time in my tiny feline life, I miss her? Could that even be possible?

Such are the questions occupying my prodigious brain on this fine and foggy Sunday morning.

PEEESS:  We are having the Bad Computer Problems and may be here and gone and here and gone for a few days/weeks as the Human is going to have to invest in a new computer. Meanwhile, when this one decides to work, we'll do our best, MOL!

My Tray: The Sequel

Kitties: Is this a tragedy in the making, or what?

Note: Please note that I had to practically put my whole head inside my bowl to search out the meager scraps of crunchies left at the very bottom. Shouldn't the purrlice be doing something about this?

Why I Need My Tray

I'm a messy eater.

I Know You're Feeling All Artsy

But honestly? The plant-framing-the-cat shot's been done to death. And besides, you woke.me.up.