Welcome Home, Human

Can you tell I'm thrilled to see you? Nobody's played with me in weeks and weeks. I'm sure I haven't been fed in days. Plus, it was, like, 88° today and that sapped whatever enthusiasm I might have drummed up for your return. So yeah, I can hardly contain my excitement.
Did you bring me something at least?
No? Well, I thought not. Sigh.

OMC! It's a Pony!

Well, okay, strictly speaking she's a miniature horse, a service animal named Lucy, out for a "happy hour" stroll with her Dad. Her Mom has a debilitating illness which makes her unsteady on her feet, so for most of the day, Lucy wears a harness and serves as her Mom's steadying companion.

The Human met her on an evening stroll near the conference center in Monterey. Lucy (as you can see) is well-fed and cared for like a favorite child. She gets apples, and hay, and carrots and other stuff, but she can't pass up even the tiniest patch of grass (kinda like me).

Lucy's five years old and will likely live to 35 or 40. Her dad said her coat will turn chestnut brown again in the winter (the color of her ears--you can kinda see patches on her tummy). The Human asked permission to pet her, and Oooooooh, Kitties, she says Lucy is soft and sweet as velvet.

The conference is going fine, but so far, Lucy is the highlight! Even *I* would've liked to have met her.

Why, Hello

Can I help you with something? No? 

Then I must say:

It isn't nice to wake Kitteh up. 

Kitteh does not care for that.

NB: The Human is in Monterey till Sunday at some stoopid Human English teacher conference. She says she will help me visit tomorrow. Be patient, Kitties, it's not my fault I've been incommunicado!

Back So Soon, My Slithery Friend?

Here's a better view of my spirally, greeny snakey. 

I loves to kill him, but he hardly ever stays dedded. 

Thug Life Thursday

This toy is soooooo delishus!   Too bad . . . .

. . . . it has to die!

What Am I Doing?

You ask. Me? Why, I'm just reminiscing about the good old days, when the livin' was easy, and I had my Hoohahs still. Those were the days, my friends, I thought they'd never end.

I was wrong.

Food of the Cods

Nope, it isn't the 'Nip or the Vine--it's just plain old grass. But, Kitties, let me tell you, it's Divine! As you can see, even in that inept and blurry final shot, I took myself some masterful chomps of that top-grade kitty salad.  
Cod bless Rosy and her Sprouted Grains....she's a regular Julia Child to feline foodies.

Je suis fatigué

That Iza is a fun girl all right, but she about wore me out. I need me some quiet pink-beddy time to regain my strength and composure. I haven't spent a night outdoors since I was a wee kitten still with my real Mom. What a whirlwind adventure!

After a little snooze, I'll be good as new. My Tunnel is firing on all cylinders and my furs will be all satiny after a good baff. It can get a little boring around here when the Human is at her j-o-b. I love visiting. 

The Camp of Lovely Snuggles

For weeks, the Beauteous Iza of Mark's Mews and I have been planning our first camping trip. At first, we thought perhaps Yellowstone or Yosemite, but then I began to feel a tad uneasy.

Darling Iza suggested her back yard because that would make it easier for me, a City ManCat, to adjust to the wild. She told me not to worry, if there was any bad weather (or evil skwerls) we could call to TBT and he would get us in the house. She promised there wouldn't be any Vishus Deer: The high magic fence would keep them out.

After a smooth tunnel transport to the East Coast, I saw my beautiful girl (thankfully denuded of all that skeery Goth-Girl jewelry and wearing only her furs) come running out to greet me! 

She permitted me a quick smoochy, and then she escorted me to explore this cool pile of stuff. I didn't really know what was under there 'zacklee, but it smelled really good. We played on the hill for a long time!

After our playtimes, I was all worn out, though Iza said she could play for another hour. Still I needed a nap and a cuddle, so we got out the double sleeping bag TBT had thoughtfully provided, and enjoyed a warm afternoon nappy for a good long time.

After we woke up refreshed, it was time for our cookout. Although we'd caught our fair share of mice and voles (okay, okay, Iza caught about ten to my one), we decided to take TBT up on his offer of steaks for dinner. Yummy! Iza washed up while I kept one eye on her and one on the camp stove.

After a good dinner and some night-time Hide&Seek with Ayla and Marley, we were sleepy and full again. We settled into our tent and what happened then is a story for another time.

Iza wondered if I had ever awakened at dawn with the weak morning sun barely shining? She said she had not, and it had no appeal for her, as she enjoyed sleeping till noon! So when I awakened, I took a good baff and went and had a good stretch and a nice yawn, leaving her to her slumbers. It was a special treat to find myself in the nip patch!

Letting my LadyCat sleep in, I went in search of a sweet bouquet for my darling. Fortunately I found some bright Gerbera daisies at the house next door (I'm sure they didn't mind me picking a few).

As I readied myself for the return trip home, my Darling showed me a final glimpse of her most Glorious and Beauteous Tum, a sight I shall carry with me all my days.

As I departed, I heard my Darling Girl whisper after me,
"Ah, mon doux roi, j'ai longtemps de cajoler avec vous dans une tente de rêves... J'ai longtemps pour sentir votre royal fatigué la tête sur mon ventre ample et entendre vos ronrons... Je dormira mieux ensuite."

PawPaw Platter

Long ago, in the Land Before Time Began, a restaurant in San Francisco called Trader Vic's had a fancy signature dish called the PuPu Platter, which offered a selection of very Americanized Polynesian-style delicacies. 
The Human, who has lately developed a wearisome (and frankly rather disturbing) interest in my little feets, was reminded of this as she prepared to publish today's post.


P.S. Once again, we apologize for our poor visiting performance the past few days. As usual, the Human is just chock-a-block with excuses, but honestly, who wants to even hear them?

P.P.S.

Remember this little guy?
Well, guess who gotted a furever 
home this week? Yep, Little Dillon 
found a family of his very own!
The Human's glad she got to meet
him, even just the one time.

Squiddy #2: Tunnel Toy

As you can see, Mr. Squiddy does not confine his activities to the Pink Beddy.
Here he waits patiently for my attention in Tunnel #2 as I relax in Tunnel #1. I am confident he will not wander away. I can count on Mr. Squiddy.

Yarrrr! A Day Late & a Doubloon Short

                           ~Black Harry Read~

Kitties! For weeks I reminded the Human about Talk-Like-A-Pirate Day on September 19. Did she remember? Of.Course.Not.

So, Mateys, since strictly speaking it is still the 19th as we post, I wish ye a most excellent victory against all yer enemies an' a fine meal, good rum an' a bawdy wench afterwards!

The Multi-Toed Lolita

Alas, Miss Madie Mitten Kitten can be called "Kitten" no more.

Darling Aggie, alone and abandoned by her Beloved Wally, bravely soldiers on, 

knowing one day, he will return to his First Love.

Well, Kitties, can this Kitty Love Story be saved? 

Will beautiful Aggie win back her ManCat?

Will M-T Lolita lose interest?

Can the LadyCats learn to share?

For the answers to these and other burning questions,

keep that dial tuned right here to  The Young and the Restless!

Paw/Face

The Human says this is too adorable for words. 

I say, D'oh! Of course it is! It's me.

Kiitos, Part II

Yesterday I shared with you the joy of my new Magic Fishie Toy from my dear furiend Punapippuri. 

However, I must tell you, Kitties, that enclosed in the package was a card with a photo and message to give a prudent kitty pause.  

Evidently, my new Princedom, Kiimamaa, is populated not only by tasty mice and voles and lemmings, but by eagles ::shudder::  The back of the picture said:    Äiti took this photo a couple of years ago. But we will protect you, of course. To which I say:  Seriously? From THAT?  I mean, you didn't protect that, um, thing...whatever it is was!

~Blurred & cropped in Photoshop to protect the squeamish~

Now Kitties, I ask you:  Is this what they call an an "acceptable risk"? Would YOU care to accompany me on a nice visit to the territory of this Giant Airborne Killing Machine? No? Well, I thought not.  Frankly, I don't think Punapippuri, not even accompanied by his 12 veljekset ja sisaret, is anywhere NEAR protection enough from....from.....that. 

You know what? I think I'll be one-a them "absentee" Princes.

Kiitos, King Kitty Cat of Finland (North)!

Finally, the Day of Opening arrived.

And, Kitties, looky what was waiting just for me!

As it lay unsuspecting in its little green pond, I inspected it carefully:

And then....and then...well, my Furry Furiends,

then....it FLEW!

Soon enough, that Flying Fishie, she was mine!

I nommed her good....

and then put the bitey on her hard when she tried to escape.

So...Kiitos, Thank You, Merci, Muchas Gracias and Grazie, my Royal Furiend!

My new toy is pawesome!

Coming up tomorrow! Part Two: The Absentee Prince of Kiimamaa.

My Eyes Cannot Unsee

OMC! What is this a$$hattery you are looking at on the Innerwebs?!

Quick! Shut it down and pet me!

NOTE:  Please observe that the top of the printer has still not been cleared. However, since much of the clutter consists of my toys and brushies, I do not wish to make a fuss.

Formerly Feral Friday Frolic

I have had this wonderful green felt spirally toy for awhile now, and I have enjoyed it in a modest way. But last night? Well, last night the Human had a rare inspiration to make it about a zillion times more fun! 
Her brainstorms are usually pretty lame, but last night she sprinkled The Vine on my toy and, Kitties, let me tell you, I had so much fun I almost (a-l-m-o-s-t) forgave her for You-Know-What.

The Clan of the Cat Bear

Animals are such agreeable friends — they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms."

--George Eliot 

Thanks, Wendy, I love my new ensemble!

A Boy Can't Be Cute Every Day

So yeah. I'm just thinking things over on this Semi-Wordless Wednesday. I know more excitement is in store. Punapippuri had the Birfday, but he sent me a present! Can you even IMAGINE? A present all the way from Finland! Yes, well, the Human says I am not allowed to have it or even open it yet--we are "saving" it till the weekend when we can make a proper post about it. 
That is so unfair it qualifies as an outrage. But frankly, after the whole tutoring debacle, I am just about all outraged-out. So I will wait like the Good Boy I can be. 

When I feel like it.

Nappity-Naptime

::shhhh:: Please come closer. 

Feel free to inspect my adorable paws.

If you really, really need to, you may lay your (clean, please!) hand 

very gently upon my handsome shoulder 

and revel in the purring that will surely result.

Spitty and Kozmo's Excellent FBI Adventures

As all you Kitties know by now, Kozmo's One-and-Only, Callie, has disappeared, apparently the victim of a heartless Catnapping by one of Nellie's discarded Exes.
(Lessons to be learned here: 1) Nefur have just one One-and-Only--I mean, who will comfort you when she's Catnapped? If you have numerous LadyCats, there's always someone at the ready to step right up and attend to your needs! 2) Nellie should let her ManCats down easier--and don't I know it! I gotted dumped with nary a word--just opened her blog and there she was, all engaged to someone else. But I digress.)

Kozmo arrived at Casa Spitty on the trail of Wu-Tang. However, our meeting with him in Chinatown ended with our agreeing he had played no part in the Catnapping, having moved on years ago from Miss Nellie.

After a time UTT trying to figure out what a good FBI agent would investigate next, we decided to check out likely Callie hangouts. We theorized that she was probably driving her Catnapper to drink (to Nip?) with her constant whining, so she'd easily convince him to take her where she wanted to go.

Our first stop was the legendary San Francisco War Memorial Opera House where a performance of Rigoletto had just concluded. Callie is well-known for her caterwauling beautiful singing, so we thought she might drag her CatNapper here.

Everything seemed normal at first, but after hours of skilled investigation, we found it:

Callie's tell-tale furs lurking on a front-row seat. We were on the right track!

So, we thought, where would they go after the opera?

Why, for sushi--where else? It's fishy, it's bite-size, and the Catnapper knew she'd shut up 

as soon as her mouth was full....and by now, he'd relish the silence.

Arriving at We Be Sushi, we noticed the lovely full trays of delicious ebi rolls, hamachi, hotate, kani, maguro and more! Mmmmmmmmm, tasty!

And soon enough, at a recently-abandoned table, we found the evidence we sought:

By now it was morning, and we recalled Callie's love affair with the Bling. We headed over to Union Square to the ultimate purveyor of Bling, Tiffany's.

As soon as we arrived, however, we were met with agitated employees and a number of police detectives. As a professional courtesy, they shared with Kozmo and me that a diamond necklace of fabulous cost had been boldly stolen just moments before, by a sweet young thing in a fur coat, who'd left behind no clue but a few tufts of her garment:

                             

By now we was thoroughly flummoxed. We was outta clues, outta ideas, outta luck. 
We needed fudz and napz in our own home. We needed a plan.

Kozmo was all but useless, mooning around over his Lost Lady Love and frankly I was getting tired of the constant weeping and wailing over this LadyCat. 
Hey, Bro, find a new one! Shuddup already! Sheesh, Nellie's right--you've got it bad.

After a meal and a good sleep in the Crown Bed, Kozmo seemed to brighten. He claimed he had a new idea and he needed to take off to explore it. Last I saw of him, he was bouncing down the street ready to teleport over to....well, somewhere. He was pretty secretive. 

Good luck, Pal! Keep me in the loop. It was loads of fun working on my first FBI case.