Wordless Wednesday

It's Ham-mick Time!

U Can't Touch This!

And if you're old enough to get this reference, 

the Human hopes you have an adequate supply 

of Geritol and a couple of good canes, MOL!

ManCat Monday: Anyone for a Nice Game of...

...Twister?

Name Spitty's Body Parts!

How many toe-tufts do you count?

P.S. A furiend emailed to say there was some difficulty with commenting for some people, so I haz switched to the pop-up comment form. Hope it works better for efurrybuddy, and does not cause any new problems!!

Sunday Sunpuddle

All right, all right! Never say Spitty doesn't give credit where credit is due. Observing that the very best part of the sunpuddle was falling on the hardwood floor and not the rug, The Human graciously spread out a soft little blanky so I could enjoy the puddle in cushiony comfort. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, now this is the life!

Over the River and Through the Woods....

...Yours Truly was not invited to go.

The Human, however, made her way to Felton (near Santa Cruz), 

where she cavorted with Nigel (whose Dad was steering him 

by the rudder away from the fire).

Now, THIS, this is a shame because *I* was not there

to partake of it (cf. Thanksgiving Dream 11/24).

Nigel's postprandial Food Coma:

He looks pretty good for 17, n'est-ce pas?

Trash-Talking

House-trashin', that is! Here is my self-portrait, surveying the damage after the last kitteh departed at the stroke of midnight. Y'all did a really great job. She's going to be gobsmacked, heh heh.

A Thanksgiving Dream

Hey, it could happen, right?

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Today I am Thankful for all my furry funny blogging furiends 

and their People, who bring their lively wit and wisdom 

to me and the Human efurryday!

Happy Thanksgiving!

P.S. House-trashing pawty commences at sundown! C'mon over while your People are still deep in their Food Coma!

(Pretty-Wordy) Wordless Wednesday

Well, here it is the day before Thanksgiving, and I am pondering what *I* am thankful for--I will let you know tomorrow! Oh wait--maybe I won't be able to post tomorrow because I am being abandoned here to starve* and who knows if the Human will even bother to help me blog tomorrow since she's all busy packing up for her little trip and all.

*Oh, all right then, yes, if you want to get all technical about it, the neighbor ladies are feeding me.

Mister Oranj Mousie?

Where'd you run off to? Well, you can't escape me forever.

Oh, Are You Talking to Me?

I'm happy here in my little sunpuddle. Can I do something for you? 

Because otherwise, I'd enjoy getting back to my rest.

Ta-da!

Caturday Catnap

I was so excited over my new painting yesterday, I barely slept a wink! I need to store up some zzzzzzzzs today, because tomorrow The Human says we can hang my beautiful picture!

Spitty's Speechless!

(Well, okay, not really of course.)

But, Kitties, just look at this! Yes, L-O-O-K!

This is ME, really ME!

Nellie's fabulously talented Mommy painted ME.

Have you ever seen anything so exciting 

in any of your NINE LIVES ?

Now, where should it hang?

(Besides in the Museum of Modern Art, I mean.)

Thanks, Nellie & Mommy! You're the BEST!

Uh, You're Standing in my Light

Yet, still, I am a Handsome Boy!
Ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille.

Almost Wordless Wednesday: Sometimes...

...a cigar is just a cigar.

Calling Ichabod Crane

Seriously, I know my head is around here somewhere.

The Stalkerati

Human, I am just pausing here in the doorway 

on my way to take care of some pressing personal business. 

Surely there is no need to follow me everywhere?

Nommy Weekend Brunch

The Noms were especially tasty this morning.

Although they were a little on the l-a-t-e side.

No tip today, Human!

Caturday CloseUp

Kissable, aren't they?

Do you dare?

P.S. As mysteriously as it began, our picture problem cured itself!

11.11.11

This is the Human's Dad, a Marine who fought bravely in the South Pacific during WWII and then occupied Nagasaki after the atomic bomb was dropped. He survived the war and lived out his life as an honorable and peace-loving man. 

He died many years ago, but the Human still misses him and thinks of him with love and gratitude.

500

I'd be more excited, really I would, but I am having that same #^#%$%^& tiny little problem with not being able to view pictures again on my own or other blogspot blogs. Methinks Kaspersky is at fault yet again...but probably not fixable till next week. So I think any excitement over Post #500 will have to wait until the discombabulations go away.

Meanwhile, I can read you, just not see you!  Purrs!

Very-Nearly Wordless Wednesday

Why hello, Dearest. Yes, you, my little cabbage!

Tail Toozday

It really is my best feature, don't you think?

Plus, this is another picture that makes me look nice and Big,

even though I am a small and compact Boy.

P.S. Kitties:  I feel a little stoopy 'cause I know we just joined Twitter, but the Human says that right now she cannot read all that terribly sad and upsetting stuff, so we are done with the Tweeting. She says she just can't get it all out of her head; she has a stressful 10-hour-a-day job and is not in a good place to read all that and then worry and be sad about it. So we are going to stick with just the blogging for now. Purrs to all.

The Human Went to PetSmart

And all I got was this Lousy Fabulous Fevver Toy!

Hung Over

Heh heh. No, not that kind of hang-over. 

This picture is from a few days ago when we were still having the hots. 

Can you tell how droopy I was feeling?

But do you know, Kitties, that Caturday night it rained and the temperature went down into the 40s?? 

I am one happy, happy Boy now.

Yes, Can I Help You?

Did you need something? You know, honestly, what with the Admiral and all, I'm feeling just a wee bit on edge. You can understand that, right? Uh-huh.

Just what do you think you're doing, Human? Human, I really think I'm entitled to an answer to that question. I know everything hasn't been quite right with me, but I can assure you now, very confidently, that it's going to be all right again. I feel much better now. I really do. 


*Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear! I am fine, Kitties! The Human thought she was being all amusing (and we've seen *THAT* before, eh, Kitties?) by quoting one of HAL's last speeches to Dave in 2001: A Space Odyssey. But now she thinks that that movie is so OLD (like her, don't you know) that other, you know, young and normal people don't recognize it and think I am unwell--and nothing could be further from the troof!

All These Years Later,

and we still don't get it.

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El Dìa de Los Muertos

I gave the Human permission to post this on my blog today, but only because William was bummed that he did not get to have a Dìa de Los Muertos altar at his house. This was the one at my Human's school Wednesday.

P.S. Furiends: I got an email from a Kitteh who has trouble commenting when 'word verification' is turned on, and who wanted to leave a comment here but couldn't because of the verification. I *thought* it was turned OFF on my blog. Could you tell me if you have to go through word verification to leave a comment here? Thanks, Kitties!

PPS:  Fanks, efurrybuddy for the info! It all seems straightened out now!

(Wordy-ish) Wednesday

Don't I look huge and fierce in this picture, Kitties?

I don't really ever have to fight, but I like to think I could scare an opponent if I had to. 

Seriously?

The service at this hotel has really gone downhill. 

No crunchy bug on the pillow, 

and now it seems I must brush myself?