Cousin Aggie in My Tent

A few short weeks ago, my Human purchased this enchanting tent for me at PetSmart. It is made of a beautiful green suede-y fabric, has an enticing dangly-toy and a soft-as-soft-can-be matching green plaid pillow. It is, in fact, the Cadillac of kitteh tents!

So why, you may ask yourselves, is it not King Spitty's little face you see peering out from inside the cozy tent?

King Spitty will not leave you in suspense, my furriends. The sad troof is, King Spitty did not like or trust this Cadillac of tents. It was too green, too suede-y, too soft and waaaaaaay too cozy.

It has recently been removed to Casa Aggie and Wally. Last weekend, Aggie's dad snapped this picture as proof positive that Aggie, at least, has succumbed to the Siren Song of that soft plaid pillow. Wally has not yet been sighted enjoying a snooze inside. Purrsunally, I think Aggie probably wants it all for herself.

Women.

Versatile Blogger Award

Versatile Blogger Award 

A few weeks ago, Nellie gave me this excellent award! Thanks, Nellie! I was furry excited and I wanted to post it right away, but You-Know-Who has been slacking off something shocking in recent weeks. 

These are the VBA rules:

• Thank the person who gave you this award. That’s common courtesy.
• Include a link to their blog. That’s also common courtesy — if you can figure out how to do it.
• Next, select 15 blogs/bloggers that you’ve recently discovered or follow regularly. (Nellie says: Pick blogs or bloggers that are excellent!)
• Nominate those 15 bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award.
• Finally, tell the person who nominated you 7 things about yourself.

I don't think I can manage fifteen (wow--15!), but here are a fantastic five:

The Beautiful Katie Isabella

The Lovely Ms. Stella (& her new "housemates")

Karen & Her Busy Boys

The Wonderful Whisppy

Lovable Leo and Star at Celestial Kitties

Now for my Seven Things

1.  I am small for a ManCat but the Human says I am unbelievably strong. If I don't wanna do it, it ain't gonna be happening.

2.  I'm a super picky eater. I can make the Human almost weep in frustration by refusing to eat if the food isn't exactly what I want, and exactly what I want is a closely-held royal secret that changes from week to week, or even day to day.

3. I have four favorite places to sleep: On either level of my tower, on the back of the comfy chair in the front window, in my brown cuppy bed, and most of all in my tiny tent in the dining room. I am safe from anything in my Tiny Tent.

4. Making it hard for the Human to get a good picture is my favorite hobby. 

5. I am not a snuggly kitty, but often I do follow the Human from room to room--hey! that's not permission to be all grabby-hands with me!

6.  I am a very Good Boy. Mostly, I do not scratch the furniture (I love my scratching post!), and I am not a clumsy-oaf of a kitty who breaks stuff.

7.  I am really enjoying being King. Thanks again, Glogirly!

You're Going to Work?

Today? It's not enough that you 'bandon me all the other days? Now you have to go work on Sunday? Don't be so sure I'll be here waiting for you, like a Good Boy, when you get around to coming home.

Something to See Here?

Nope. Nothing doin' in these parts worth staying awake for!

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Kitties: We have been a little remiss in visiting recently, NOT because King Spitty does not want to visit his subjects furriends, but because the Accreditation (she always thinks of it with a capital A) of her school is approaching in early March, and she is in charge of it. It is a hideous and horrendous process involving the endless conducting of meetings and writing of reports, and weeping and wailing and gnashing of teef.  Even *I* feel a twinge of sympathy. But only a twinge.

My Shadow

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
--Robert Louis Stevenson

Talk to the (Clean) PAW

'cause King Spitty ain't listening.
If you like, and you are very, very brave, you may place a small smooch on my furry footie.

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday

My favorite blue fevver toy is here and my yellow 'Vine-scented washcloth, too, but first I have to wash my Dirty Paw.

O Hai Kitties

I was just looking out my window here. There's a lot of water on the sidewalk. I wonder where it came from. Oh, the sky you say? Really? And how does that happen? Oh, the clouds fill up with little droplets and then they fall to earth? Like what they used to call RAIN in years past? Oh, I remember that I think--I think I might have seen some last February or March, but surely not since. 

I'm glad the sun is sort of back today because that other stuff is wet and bone-chillingly cold. I think I need to go into my little tent and have a good sleep now. I don't want to think about it anymore.

I Can Tell Already

that you've disturbed me for no good reason.

Again.

The Sun(day) King

Thanks to Glogirly, I have been accorded the position to which I am eminently suited: King.

Now, yes, I know that The Realm of Capitol Drive's Princess Treasure dubbed me Sir Spitfire, and that was exciting indeed, but...King! Now King is something a Boy can really sink his teeth into.

King Spitty. Yep, gotta love that!

Nope, Nothing to See Here

You called me?

Do you have something good for me? Brushies? Some 'Vine?

Hmm. I don't smell nothin' good around here.

Yeah, I'll just give this a pass.

You were hoping for a snuggle, weren't you? Mwah ha ha ha!

It is to laugh!

Gotta bounce now. See ya!

The window crack'd from side to side...

But who hath seen him wave his hand? 

Or at the casement seen him stand? 

Or is he known in all the land, 

 The Lord of Shalott-SpittyMan? 

(with apologies to Alfred, Lord Tennyson, as he revolves slowly in his grave)

Baby, It's Cold Outside...

How about a nice cup of

or perhaps?

Class, Please Come to Order!

The quiz will be Friday.

Those who achieve less than a perfect score will be subject to "re-education" by the Perfect Paw, which packs a surprising Smack.

I'm Going to Curl Up

and wait out the viral storms. Thanks furiends, for the nice offers of food and shelter elsewhere, but the Human said she likes all our CB furiends and they wouldn't be furiends for long if any of them had to put up with me in furson for more than a minute.

Why, if Spitty had feelings, he'd be hurt!

Ugh

Glorious Me 

& the Useless Human

I've been patient. I've given her a chance to improve. 

But now I ask:

Is there anyone who'd like to take on a bad-tempered kitty

at a bargain-basement price?

Available today to the right customer!

. . . Anyone?

Sun Day

Good morning, Kitties. Today I would like to complain about the declining level of service around here since the Human became even more useless than usual "sick." 

Yes, it's true she's sniffling and coughing and feverish, but is that any reason my litter should not be cleaned, my food and water bowls replenished, my need for entertainment fulfilled?

I'll give her one more day, but if conditions don't improve by tomorrow, I'm calling PETA.

The 'Vine and Me

And, No, I do not believe I have a "problem," Thankyouverymuch.

(P.S. Oh, and turn down your sound unless you think the sound of Anderson's Cooper's voice qualifies as Music to Get High By.)

!!!Go Niners!!!

*Tardy* Blog Challenge

My furry, fiery furiend Nellie said that there was a 2nd Annual Pet Blogger Challenge that invited all pet bloggers to answer eight questions about their blogs and publish the answers on January 10th. Well, as you can see, my lame Human missed it by several days, but I decided I wanted to play anyway. So here we are a few days late.


These are my answers to the eight questions:


1. When did you begin your blog? My first post was April 14, 2010.


2. What was your original purpose for starting a blog? The Human had stumbled upon Max the Psychokitty's blog and William of Mass Destruction's blog and a few others, and she was enchanted! She posted comments for at least a year, with no real intention of starting a blog for me. Me, I started an incessant whining campaign and eventually she gave in. I knew I had a lot to say. She wasn't so sure about that. Also, she didn't really think I was fit for polite company.


3. Is your current purpose the same? *I* think it is.


4. Do you blog on a schedule or as the spirit moves you? Well, *I* would like to blog everyday (I mean, who could tire of looking at ME or reading what I have to say?) Our first year, we blogged a few times a week; now we mostly blog every day, though often it's just a picture and a caption. But I luff comments from my furiends like CK and Prancer Pie and others.


5. Are you generating income from your blog? No, and the Human says we have enough money for efurrything we really need, and some of the things we just want, so we does not want to get mixed up with the advertising.


6. What do you like most about blogging in general and your blog in particular? I luf getting to know fabulous kittehs like My Sweet Admiral and the Katnip Lounge and all the rest. I luf my blog because mostly it is all about me, although I allow the Human the occasional post. Very occasional. She had way too many around Krissymouse.


7. What do you like least? I wish my Human would quit her job and stay home with me. Our blog would be a LOT better if she had all day to spend on it. Like she really should.


8. How do you see your blog changing/growing in 2012? Change? I don't like change. And neither does the Human. I don't got to show you no stinkin' change. Change is bad.





Happy Furriday the Thirteenth, Efurrybuddy!





P.S. The Human has a cold so she was useless for visiting yesterday. And me? Well, there's that whole thumbs thing. We'll see efurrybuddy tonight or Caturday!

Different Day, Different Room, Same Problem

::sigh:: 

Must I do *efurrything* myself?

Wordless Wednesday: Oooh La La

::giggle::

Toyz on Toozday

I fink. . .I fink. . . I fink I loves you, Blue Devil Fevvers.

Mancat Monday

I am Kitty. Hear me Roar.

Or maybe bite.

Happy Monday, Efurrybuddy.

Snoop Katty Katt

Tailio!

Bounteous, n'est-ce pas?

There's always action on our little street 

and I must monitor it carefully.

The Sweet Purry Stylings of Spitty-the-Kitty*

I promise we are not going to post videos, videos and more videos, but the Human was so excited to capture this sweet side of me (and, yes, all you skeptics, I do too have one!) I couldn't stop her.

So, in honor of Caturday, here you are, Kitties!

Turn up your sound now, nice and LOUD!

*C'mon now, 'fess up! You thought this was sarcastic, didn't you? It's okay; you can tell Spitty the troof. He don't bite. . .much.

Playtime!

Now, Kitties, the Human is too stupid to live when it comes to editing video. In fact, let's face it: She can't edit video.

Which is why the first 10 seconds of this one show off my mad toy skills, and then there's the 15 additional seconds of me just standing there behind my cube doing nothing. 

Not that it isn't always exciting just to stare at Spitty, especially if you are a LadyCat. 

I won't be hurt if you click Stop after the 10-second mark. But I will, of course, take note of those who watch the whole video and those who abandon the effort. Just sayin'.

Can *You* Spot the Differences

between these two pictures?

I can!

My Yellow Washcloth

I love it because it has The Powder sprinkled on it. Mmmmmm. The Human did a much better job of dosing me correctly this time and I didn't get so INSANE as I did before, which actually might've verged on almost unpleasant, MOL! Plus, those pictures are just plain embarrassing.

I really am developing a relationship with my washcloth, though. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Thanks again, Whisppy, for the Gift that Keeps on Giving!

Disrespect?

or comfy chin rest?

Fooling My Fly

If I lie quietly, not even looking at it, I just know my fly will come to me.

The Human got a smacky paw for cutting off my tail in this picture, but because of the really adorable feets, I didn't draw too much blood.

Thank Bast They're Gone!

Kitties! You would not believe the ordeal I faced on the very last night of 2011: Strange Humans, right here, in MY very own house, with their booming, grating voices, their braying laughter, their ignorance of expected kitty-courtesies, their raucous singing of what I guess was "Auld Lang Syne," and, worst of all, the smell of them! It will take me weeks, WEEKS, I tell you, to patiently fur over every single trace of them. But I will succeed, Kitties, I will prevail. After all, they are gone and I am still here.

And a further outrage: Before these "Guests" descended upon me, all my stuff--my tent! my brown cuppy bed! my new soft pink beddy! my cube! my ESS! ::sob::--was deemed too unseemly for their delicate guest-eyes, and so was banished to the cold, dark back porch! Can you even imagine the deprivation?

But it is the Dawn of a New Day, my Furiends; 2012 is upon us. No longer will I take such invasions lying down! I have long claws, I have sharp teeth. My strength is as the strength of ....  Oh, never mind.

I need a good nap.

Happy New Year, Kitties and Humans!