(Nearly) Wordless Wednesday: Make-Up Petting

Um-hmm, yes, just a little to the left, yes, that's it. 

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Kitties: Take This Feline SAT

Which picture shows the more desirable scene?

A.

B.

Did you hesitate for even a moment, Kitties? No, I thought not.

How can it be, then, that the Human found Choice A more compelling for

FOUR FREAKING DAYS,

leaving Yours Truly to pine away on my Tower,

neglected, abandoned, lonely and starving?

[Ed.: Now Spitty, you know your loving aunties from next door came over twice a day and fussed over you and fed you all your favorite foods, right? And you know they left the Human a note each time, saying your plate was clean and you were snoozing comfortably, right? Right. So, uh, dial down the drama.]

3,000 Words

#1   The Dad: "Aw, female feline bonding...ain't it cute." ::clickity, clickity::
#2   M3K: "A camera? Maybe just a nip to stay in character." ::bitey, bitey::
#3   M3K: "Aggie's not responding. Maybe if I just rolled over and..." ::hiss, whap, whap::

Easy, Albeit Lonely, Sunday

Yes, it's true. I've been heartlessly abandoned by the Human, who is off in the land of fun and sun, floating aimlessly in the clear blue waters of the Caribbean lovely backyard pool of her dear friend.

Me? Oh, I don't mind being left alone to brood over whether I'll be fed or not. I'm sure the neighbor ladies will remember. . . eventually. And, if not, what's a little hunger as long as Human's having her good time, with the nice restaurants and barbeques?

I sure could use a little company though . . . anyone? 

Senile Saturday

CK of The World's Most Stunning Cat first proposed the idea of "Senile Saturday" -- for our Peeps, of course, since no matter how old we kittehs may grow, we become only wiser, never, you know, the "S" word.


Today I have decided to inaugurate Senile Saturday as an occasional feature on SpittySpeaks, thus providing the kitties of the Blogosphere an uproarious laugh at the expense of the two-legged ones.


So...what you see pictured below is the front door of our apartment (the interior front door, Thank Ceiling Cat, because if it were the exterior, we might not be here to tell this pathetic story):

This has happened not once, not twice, but three times over the past month, Fortunately, we have kind and honest neighbors who have not entered and robbed us blind or murdered us. It is just a matter of time, though, Kitties, don't you think?

And, Lo! It was decreed

She who biteth,

                                           sleepeth alone.   ( III The Dad, 5: 5)

Not-a-Garden Tour #15

Two weekends ago, taking advantage of the bright, sunny, cool weather, the Human and her friend took a stroll along the Embarcadero from the Ferry Building to the Giants' ballpark.

Here are a few highlights. . . not that the Human grew any of these things herself, mind you!

This is the Ferry Building. It has a clock. Whoo-hoo, eh?

The Human and her friend met Daisy the Pot-Bellied Pig, a super-sweet little girl who let herself be petted and snorgled a little. Good deal *I* was not there. I would've wanted a taste.

(Can you tell sea gulls hang out on this pier??)

This is the Raygun Rocketship built by Black Rock Arts, those insane people who bring you Burning Man, which is something the Human might have enjoyed about 40 years ago.

This is Cupid's Span, which the Human likes very much, an opinion not universally shared.

This piece is called Sea Change, a 40+-foot sculpture that's also a working weather station, which sounds good although the Human really has zero idea what the heck it does.

And this is where the Giants won the freaking World Series in 2010.  The Human does not expect a repeat any time soon, alas.

Now that our tour's over, who'd like to come on over & help me look for that tasty sweet little piggy? Just to make friends, of course.

Most-Wanted Wednesday

For Shameless Flirting and Conduct Unbecoming a King

Spitty the Kitty, aka King Spitty

Known Accomplice

Iza

Approach with Caution:

Armed (Teefs) and Dangerous (Mighty Claws of Doom)

♫ Lullaby...and ♫ Good Night...♫

♫  Soft and warm is your bed

Close your eyes, rest your head... ♫

Spitty's on Fire

Quite a while back, Nellie shared this fabulous award with me! Thanks, Darling Nellie, I am honored (even if my Human *was* just a leetle slow in posting about it).

So the award is supposed to include a list of eight unusual things about the recipient. To be honest, I don't think there are eight unusual things about me, so I will list three things and call it a day!

• I am terrified of boxes. Boxes are Angry Beings that might devour an unsuspecting kitty at any time.

• On the other hand, even the loudest outdoor noise does not faze me in the slightest.

• I have never met a Kitty Treat that tempted me even the tiniest bit.

I think all my furiends are Hot, but I will share this award with these fiery felines:

Austin

Savannah

Truffle and Brulee

Sassy

Willow

Easy Sunday: Frumpily Unconscious

     

Honestly, could this be any more humiliating? Shouldn't a Boy who's completely sacked out be able to trust that his Human won't spread such embarrassing pictures far and wide? 
It was warm today. 
I was soooo comfertabuls in my pink beddy. 
I had too much faith in my Human, Kitties, way too much.


I will get even.

M3K: The Wizard of Paws

Aggie and Madie's Dad repurrts:
I usually let matters move at their own pace with the kitties, but this time I interfered (a bit). Aggie was resting peacefully in solitary splendor on her high perch, beyond (as of yet) the leaping abilities of Miss Madie Mitten Kitten. So I picked Madie up and added her to the homey vignette. Awww, so cutes! Snap, snap, pictures for posterity (and the insatiable maw of "The Blog"!) 


 Aggie looked a little misty eyed, as if seeing little Madie as "the kitten I'll never have." Feeling particularly motherly in the moment, Aggie proceeded to gently groom M3K as if she were her own flesh and fur.

Milliseconds later, Madie's on her back, using both paws to whack her erstwhile Mama upside the face and head! Aggie's bobbing and weaving, trying to get one last lick in---and failing! Time to terminate the experiment! As Aggie glared at me accusingly, I picked Madie up and put her out of paw's reach. Well ::sigh:: I tried.

Formerly Feral Friday: Tales from the Tunnel

I love to play in my tunnel. I used to think it might EAT ME, but so far it has not, which is quite the relief. As you can see, part of the blue section (so MANLY, eh?) is mesh, and what I really love to do is claw at dangerous opponents right through the mesh. 
Somehow, even though I kill this mousie every other day or so, it comes back, Zombielike, for another go-round. Do you think it might be . . . immortal?

Pensive in Pink

Hi Kitties! Thanks for all the support yesterday for my Pink Preference. I do find it soothing, and it sets off my furs so nicely, don't you think? I believe the Human's ridiculous enriching class is over as of tonight, so perhaps she will refocus her efforts on catering to my every whim. A Boy's gotta have some Hope!

Wordy Wednesday

Why, hello Kitties!  Today I think I will address a couple of random topics, so bear with me:


ʘ  Aggie and Wally and Madie's Dad is an excellent Dad and a furry fine Human, but he is not interested in helping them with a blog of their own--well, not now anyway. (The Human is patiently working on him.) The Human and I are furry interested in the integration of Miss Madie Mitten Kitten into the A&W family and we enjoy writing about them and their secret lives.
Plus, I am an only cat and as endlessly interesting as I am, there are days when even I become (Dare I say it?) bored with myself. So A&W&M provide a nice diversion.


ʘ  Yes, I do like pink stuff. Anybody got a problem with that?


ʘ  Warning: TMI   At a recent medical meeting, it was reported to the Human that she has kidney stones, not a kidney stone. Further intrusions upon her person are planned (i.e., an ultrasound).  Fortunately the Family Stone must be happy in their neighborhood because apparently they are not on the move, which is the cause of the excruciating agony discomfort of an attack.


ʘ  The Human is taking a class this week from 8 - 4 efurry day so she is not helping me visit like she should. She needs to get her priorities in order. I need some advice on how to straighten her out, Kitties. Any suggestions?

The Adventures of Miss Madie Mitten Kitten (Chapter 9): Pleeeeeease?

MMMK:  I promise I'll be good and go to sleep right away.
Aggie: This basket ain't big enough for the both of us, Kid.
Wally: If I don't look at her, maybe she isn't really there.

ManCat Monday: Desk Duty

For the first time in all my entire eight years, I have been frequenting the Human's desk over the past few weeks. I've discovered that usually if I rudely intrude, I will get the brushies since she's so charmed (as indeed she ought to be) that I have chosen to come close.
What a messy pile atop that printer though, eh? She should clean that right up, don't you think?

Peaceful Coexistence on the Sabbath (or, Sunday Psychodrama)

Papa Bear Wally (r.) says: Who's been sleeping in my bed?
Mama Bear Aggie (top c.) says: Hey, that's my spot next to my Human!
Miss Madie Mitten Kitten (c.) says, smugly: My Daddy loves me best!

Caturday Playtimes

Really, how much fun can a Boy have? 
I loves this mousie sooooo much!

Wonderful Window Whiffies

Strictly speaking, you can't see the window at which I am whiffing, but trust me: 
It is wonderful. *I love the smell of sea fog in the morning! Smells like victory.*

Thankful Thursday: Sun Puddle!

Our fogs burned away for a couple of hours the other day, and voila! A sun puddle called my name. I had a wonderfully warm nappy. It was delightful. I'm hoping for another puddle by the weekend, but the Human says the fogs might be tough to penetrate.

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In other news, remember my absent paws on Monday? 
Yes, I thought you would. 
So here they are, up-close and smoochable.
I guess SomeHuman must've gotten a jump start, MOL!
William & Shaggy'n'Scout:  Was that your Mom(s)?

Wordy-ish Wednesday: Into the Woods

Into the woods

And down the dell,

The path is straight,

I know it well.

And who can tell

What's waiting on the journey?

Only the most devoted of Spitty followers will be able to endure all 61 seconds of this little movie. It's okay if you don't watch it all. Spitty will not be mad or put the bitey on you. In fact ::shhhhhhh:: he won't even know!

Tummy Toozday

In general, I am disinclined to expose my intimate & vulnerable Tummy, more properly stomachus felis cattus Spittimus, but I felt daring today, so feast your eyes, my Furry Furiends. 
Perhaps a LadyCat or six would like to stop by and rest your weary head(s)? Does it make that prospect more exciting to know that at any moment I might change my mind about this whole thing and bite your pretty ear off? 
Anyone? Anyone? Grayce?

ManCat Monday: Why Did You . . .

. . . cut my pretty paws off? I am sure my readers would like to see them, as they are so very smoochable and all. Could you take a photography class maybe? 

Five Minutes in the Life of Miss Madie Mitten Kitten

Miss Mitten Kitten contemplates a sip.

Miss Mitten Kitten, mid-bite.*

Miss Mitten Kitten says, "Mmmmmm, tasty!"

Miss Mitten Kitten shows off her little ginormous paws before embarking on her next adventure. 

Watch out, Aggie & Wally! She's on the loose, armed and dangerous.

*Miss MMK here demonstrates her customary facial expression. It is rare to see her mouth closed. She approaches the world teeth-exposed and bite-ready. A small spray bottle is being employed to teach her the value of manners, hahameow!

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Meanwhile, the Big Kids have established the . . .