Well, the Human has had these pictures since the Introodur visited two months ago. But finally, here they are for our Not-A-Garden-Tour! (That's the Introodur way down there on the left, more's the pity she didn't leave him there.)
So when we went to the airport to see those motorbikes, we came across this art installation in the International Terminal. Looky how big it is!
The Human took some closer-up pictures of the small paintings that make it up:
We loved this and are thinking about going back out to the airport just so we can look at more of these little squares. My only real complaint is that there were hardly any kitties. There were a lot of other interesting things though, I have to admit.
The sign below says there are 5,265 of them and the artist used to paint them on the subway!
I have been feeling a bit uneasy about Bob Dylan's borderline antisocial behavior when he received his Presidential Medal of Freedom Tuesday. You don't think the President will get all offended and take it away from him, do you? I would feel real bad, because the Human practically worships Bob and she considers the day she saw him in concert one of the highlights of her (admittedly pretty dull) life. Sometimes I think about strange things, huh?
Well, I don't really get all the fuss about the 75th Birfday of something that can't open presents, or play Pin-the-Tailio-on-the-Donkey, or even enjoy a nice piece of cake, but what do I know?
The Humans had a pretty good time and I guess it didn't hurt the Bridge any.
So, was it worth investing seven hours to see 20 minutes of fireworks?
Well, Duh! Yeah it was!
From top of Divisadero Street hill,
taken through windshield when the Human
should have been paying attention to her driving. Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!
Looking toward the bay from balcony of her friend's apartment building.
Tree bike blasting screechy music.
Let's just say it was not playing Happy Birfday.
Perhaps a re-purposed Burning Man vehicle?
On the Marina Green, with Bridge distant but lighted.
From balcony, enjoying the post-fireworks traffic melee.
Though you'd be hard-pressed to tell from these so-so shots, I am having a verreh good time here playing with my toy from Feline'o'Mine, William's new store.
This is one a them toys that's fun when the Human plays with me and pretty fun even if it's just hanging around on the back of a chair.
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Happy Memorial Day, Kitties!
Take a moment today to remember those who gave their lives for their country.
No, today is my 700th post! I mean, who knew I had that much to say? (Yes, yes, all right, I know. No need to be unkind, now!)
Since I began blogging in April, 2010, the Giants won the World-Series, William and Kate finally tied the knot, the Arab Spring changed the Middle East, U.S. troops stood down in Iraq, and all those Chilean miners got rescued.
Now I'm not claiming I had a paw in any of that, but c'mon. Could it really all be just acoincidence?
Just sniffing up the good smells atop the chest by the dining room window.
This is another lame entry in theSpitty-is-not-asleep-in-his-pink-beddy series.
So, how do you like it so far? Counting today, I've been awake for four five (learn to count, Spitty [Ed.]) posts in a row.
I sense a big nappy coming on soon, though. Happy Furiday, Kitties!
I'm not too keen on being photographed in flagrante as it were, while I am consuming my evening snack. Still, it was a pretty delicious and satisfying little meal. See? It's Royal Canin* Kitten 36. I don't know why it's called that--unless it means it's 36 kinds of wonderful? 'Cause, yeah, it is!
*And just by-the-by, what's with the name of this company:Canin? I mean, isn't that creepily close to a certain word we associate with woofies? ::shudder:: What's wrong with Royal Felin? Oh, except the obvious, ha ha ha!
P.S. The Human and I 'pologize in advance (although, really, I don't see why *I* should 'pologize at all, since it is not my fault) for being scarce visiting-wise as this is an extra-busy school week and she has her "priorities" and all (misplaced as they are).
Really, Spitty, you think? 'Cause I notice you like this roof we have over our heads, and all that nice food in your dishes. Not to mention your fancy new toys and all. [Ed.]
As you can see, I have a noo bloo star wif fascinating ribbons that end in little bells!
At first, we played wif it in my tunnel, but then the Human hung it on the back of one of the dining room chairs, and that turned out to be even more fun! (Those pictures will have to wait since the Human is too lazy busy to download them from the camera right now.)
Another great toy is my soft gray catnippy mouse. As you can see, I'm in a bit of a daze after having my way with him. He is verrrrry, uh, satisfying.
I still have one more toy but I have not seen it yet. The Human is "doling them out" so I will "apppreciate them more," whatever that means. I will appreciate them just fine right now, dammit.
I am furry, furry happy with my new toys, and when she saves up some more green papers, the Human said she would buy me one a these sweet quilts!
The Human bought this little wire sculpture in Oregon last year. She likes it, but to tell you the troof, it gives me the heebie-jeebies just a little bit.
At first I was all "Oh, so cute!" but then when I looked at it longer, I was "Oh--scary and angry-looking."
I'm glad it's up high on the plate ledge above the wainscoting in the dining room where I can't see it very well. Still, I feel it up there, secretly glowering at me, and that thought gives me a little frisson of disquiet.
This is an exceedingly dull photo, it's even blurry for Cod's sake, but the Human is tired of using so many pictures of me lying around all sleepy and adorable, even though that is what I do best.
The problem is that I, like nearly every other self-respecting feline, am a "difficult" subject. As soon as the flashy box appears, I either dart UTB, or refuse to look at the camera, or lead the Human on a merry chase throughout the apartment, all the while ducking behind every piece of furniture that presents itself. It's a frustrating and futile pursuit for her, and enjoyable exercise for me--a real Win-Win!
Thus, she often defaults to drowsy shots, which *are* adorable if monotonous. Today's offering met several important criteria: I am identifiable, I am awake, I am moving, I am not in the pink beddy, my tailio is floofy.
Good enough.
Straw Hat (or Crown) Song
(Visit this Blast from the Past)
Whenever Old Man Trouble makes trouble arise
Just put a big straw hat over your eyes
You'll never see the circumstance making you frown
If you just push your eyes under the crown
Life can be a simple thing
A simple thing
To laugh and sing
Get yourself a hat of straw
And put it on
Don't take it off
And when the landlord tells you the rent's in arrears
A big straw hat over your ears
You'll never hear the dialog tragically grim
If you just push your ears under the brim
So life can be a simple thing
A simple thing to laugh and sing
Get yourself a hat of straw
Put it on
Don't take it off
And pretty soon your troubles will come to an end
Because you will not see or hear it my friend
To visualize permanent sun in the skies
(Just put) a big straw hat, big straw hat over your eyes
Not so much happening on our stretch of sidewalk and street today.
Guess I'll stare into space for awhile and ponder what the President should do about the federal deficit and whether the Giants' pitching can hold up for the rest of the season. Then I'll have a good nap. Maybe something will be happening out there later on. A boy can hope, right?
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P.S. Several of my furiends asked what I had "gotten into" that made me so dusty in yesterday's charming photo. Well, the troof is that yours truly is almost always dusty and in need of spiffing up before his photo shoots. It is the curse of having these luxuriant, shining black furz and a Human whose housekeeping leaves much to be desired.
Yeah, so sometime Caturday night the Human went outside and took this shaky, boring video of the MOON (like none of us have seen that before!) and some buildings across the street from us. It's 49 seconds long, but if you see the first sevennine eleven seconds, you've pretty much seen everything this video has to offer. Feel free to skip it entirely. I did.
Even though she entered all those Furminator-giveaways, we did not win the prize. So finally Sunday at PetSmart the Human cracked open her wallet, and after the moths cleared, I had me a genu-wine, Honest-to-Cod Furminator of my very own. We have had a couple of sessions, and the Human and I were positively stunned at the quantity of my precious furs that came away in the metal teeth of this thing. To tell you the troof, I am not entirely sure how I feel about it. I sort of purred while it was happening, but I didn't have too much tolerance. It's not quite like the Brushies, is it? More an acquired taste, I think.
The jury's still out.
