Kitties, wouldn't you think what with all the shenanigans of the past week that the Human would be paying me a good deal more attention, rather than gallivanting off to wedding showers and movies? Seriously? Surely you can see how angry I am in my picture today, refusing to look at her and staring stonily into the distance? Yes, I know I appear comfortable in my soft beddy, and my furs are all floofed after a gentle brushing, and I am well-fed and sleepy . . . but still! Fury seethes in my savage breast . . . Oh, all right then . . . Fuggedaboudit.
Spitty: Well, Stampo, my week of mischief was pretty fun, wasn't it? Stampo: I guess so, but since I didn't get in on any of it, I wouldn't know. Spitty: Listen, little buddy, I got me some more ideas. You want in on them this time? Stampo: Do I! Does a Trout Town Tabby love his trout? Spitty: Say, you got any spare thumbs I could borrow? Stampo: I don't think so, but can I come in your tent and help you scheme? Spitty: All in good time, little one, all in good time. For now, could you bring me my toonas and the pink mousie?
It is a gray and drizzly day, reflecting my dreary mood.
My fur is poop-free, I have nibbled on my morning foods,
I have enjoyed some brushies.
The Human greets me cheerfully, just as though she had not
abandoned me to a cruel fate at the hands of that perky witchdoctor.
I ponder my fate.
P.S. I apologize to any furiend who was worried, No, I did not have to return to the Stabby Place--the picture yesterday was just my inspection of that Ebil Transport. Also, we 'pologizes for not visiting the last couple of days. We'll be back in the groove by Caturday! XOXOXO
The Human thinks I've been sluggishand off my feed not quite myself, so she plans to shove me in the PTU and convey me to the Stabby Place in the morning. We'll just see about THAT, won't we? The last time this happened, I lost a couple of valuable body parts. There's really nuffing left for them to hack off, right? Update: I am being held hostage for the day at Park Animal Hospital on 9th Avernue in San Francisco. My Human has abandoned me here. Please, I beg you, send someone to help me! Jack Bauer would be good. Update: Hour 7 of my captivity. Terrible and humiliating things have been perpetrated upon my person. Gas was administered. Anal gland abscesses were mentioned. Jack Bauerhas not arrived. I am growing desperate. More to follow. Update: I have been liberated. Explosive pooping was achieved inside the carrier on my way home. I revel in it and resist all efforts to "clean me up," preferring to accomplish this myself by rolling on the Human's bedspread. Ahhh, sweet revenge! More to follow.
Heh, heh. You may wonder why the Human was so eager to post this rather pedestrian, poorly lit, boring picture, with the table full of messy papers and the chair covering all askew (that chair covering is another sore point, by the way, but that's a story for another time). So here's the picture:
The reason it is blog-worthy (in her opinion, not mine) is that in all the many years I have been in captivity here lived here, she has never seen me sit on this little table. But guess what? While she hightailed it to get the Flashy Box, I moved! Ha ha ha ha ha!
Kitties! Have you ever seen such a beauteous home? This Dream House is near the Human's school in the Noe Valley neighborhood of San Francisco. I would be okay with even a mural in the hallway, though really I'd like her to paint the whole building like these right-thinking people did. P.S. May and early June are the Human's most horrible work time and she is "so busy" that she is not helping me visit as much as I would like. It's just another outrage is what it is, but what recourse do I have? Sigh.