Caturday CatNap

Still Life with Fishie

Apart from her absence of many hours yesterday, which, coinciding as it did with my Main Nap of the Day, I barely noticed, the Human has been acceptably attentive to my every little need these past two days. Now, I don't want to give her too much extra credit as she is still feeling a wee bit under the weather and thus even more prone than usual to inertia, but I do think she has been making an effort to atone for her long absences during the so-called Work Week. 
Hope all of you had a wonderful Thanksgiving, got some turkey if you wanted it, or a nice plate of whipped cream (yes, Wally, I am talking to you)!
As you can see, I am comfortable [and well-fed ~Ed.] and warm, and I feel another nappy coming on evennnnn nowwwwww............Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Stealth Kitty

wishes all Creatures Great and Small, and their Humans too, a

Happy Thanksgiving!

And to our friends who need some extra 

purrs and purrayers, we send our extra-best of both today.

Hardly Strictly Wordless Wednesday

Yes, I see you there--can't you see I've opened one peeper 

to check out what the Sam Hill you're doing with that flashy box again?

I know you are on Thanksgiving Break from now till next Monday,

and I assume that means there will be another Spa Saturday

on the horizon? Get out those brushies and stock up on the Gerber's, Human Lady. 

In fact, I'll be expecting extra attention for the next five days. 

And yes, yes, I'm sorry you seem to have caught another cold 

(I trust that will not be interfering with the quality of service around here?), 

but I hope all that sniffling and hacking can be kept to a minimum during my naps.

Home for the Holidays?

Make PHINNY's Holidays Happy

Phineas needs a home! To find out more about him, visit
Savannah and scroll down a bit. People came together 
to save him, but now Phinny needs a home of his own!

Monday Meditation

Time spent with cats is never wasted. 

~ Sigmund Freud

Easy Sunday: Post-Prandial Slumbering

Wait--what's up? I hear kitties and Humans 

guffawing all across the Blogosphere. 

Haven't you ever seen 

a ManCat stretch a bit after his dinner?

Contemplative Caturday

Hmmm. The Human did *not* help me blog last night, as she surely should have, and she ran off at 6:30 a.m. today to some sort of "sale," and none of the loot she brought home was for the kitty, so I think she has earned the Cold Shoulder of Dissatisfaction.* Don't you agree?

* a close relative of the Back of Disrespect, which saves a comfortable kitty the inconvenience of rearranging himself

Remembering

On November 22, 1963, the Human was a 13-year-old 8th-grader at Sacred Heart elementary school in Sacramento, California. Shortly before lunch, the Sister of Mercy who was the principal came into her classroom and told the teacher and students that President Kennedy had been shot. Not very many minutes later, the grainy black-and-white classroom TV delivered the punch to the gut: This handsome, young, Catholic president was dead.

She can hardly believe it has been fifty years. It's a cliché to say so, but she remembers that day, and the three that followed, with astonishing clarity.  Nothing since has affected her quite so much, not deaths in her own immediate family, nor subsequent assassinations, nor wars, nor earthquakes, nor 9/11. It was, she thinks, for her and for so many Boomers, the abrupt end of childhood innocence and the rosy optimism of "Camelot." 

A Story in Five Short Chapters

Step 1: Do not prepare a post in advance.

Step 2: Take a quick blurry shot.

Step 3: Try out "Rough Pastels" filter.

Step 4: Try out "Watercolor" filter.

Step 5: Give up. Get kitty's dinner.

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday

Delicious?

Another strike: $1.09 a can @ PetSmart. 

The Human says for that much,

I have to at least eat it all.

Pretty in Pink

I have not been frequenting my pink beddy as it has been a bit too warm outside in the past the couple of weeks, but this afternoon was surprisingly chilly Chez Spittola, so I curled up comfily and, of course, out came the flashy box. I quite like the floofiness factor in today's portrait of A Cat in Dreamland.

Also, although it was purchased too late for my Spa Weekend, this appeared today after the Human's trip to the Great Temple of PetSmart in Daly City. I am told it will be served for dinner this evening and though I am loath to try new foods, I really do like salmon so my expectations are high.

All right, Mr. DeMille

I'm ready for my close-up.

We have a photo-rerun today because the Human's outrageous laziness has led her to dip once too often into my savings account of ready-made posts, and today after her half-day exhausting day at work the well ran dry (don't tell me I don't know how to mix my metaphors). Even if I had not freely admitted this was an older picture, the eagle-eyed and attentive amongst you would surely have spotted Mr. Tree in the background, alive and well, before he was slowly eaten to death by yours truly. Hope every kitty is getting ready for the Easiest of Sundays. 

And They Called Him

Grumplestiltskin

My Human earned a lot of good will last weekend, as you saw with that B+ and all, but she has very quickly slipped into D territory since Tuesday.  Since she has remembered to feed me, I won't fail her, but the box-scooping has left much to be desired. She has left home early and returned late. And, worst of all, she has to work tomorrow:

Human! It's Caturday, remember? You got a lot of 'splainin' to do!

*I* Would Never

have let that train leave the station without a driver!

I Wonder If It's Occurred to You

that I have retreated UTT for a reason? 

I feel fine, I'm not ready for my dinner yet-- 

in fact, everything is was just dandy here on this nice chair.

Until . . . 

I'll be ready to play later. Just cool your jets

for another hour or two, okay?

Yep, Kitties

I finally killed our tree. I sure did.

The Human says this one

is all I get for now.

Meanie.

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Charppps friends:  Thanks for visiting and leaving me such nice comments. We can't find a blog for you or we'd visit back! Do you have one? We can't find any way to reach you--you are a mystery!

Tidy Tuesday

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My spa weekend drew to a close with a nice baff on Monday afternoon.

A Boy wants to start his week in the Pink, you know. 

All in all, I will give the Human a B+ for her efforts this weekend. I got a lot of attention, the noms were tasty, and the brushes were available on demand. She did go out on Sunday, though, and I was left to fend for myself for quite a few hours. Despite my abject begging, she did not help me post Sunday night either, so no A for the Human this time.
Hope you all had a fine three-day'er!

Spa-Day Saturday

All in all, it was quite a wonderful day.

What will tomorrow bring?  

Lickity-Lick-Lick-Lick

TGIF, eh, Kitties? The Human has three whole days 

to devote to my care and feeding, 

and I am expecting a Spa Weekend Extraordinaire. 

She only thinks she has other plans.

So, Kitties, I Ask You

What the hell is this thing?

Da Purrs, Boss, Da Purrs

Turn your sound up 

and purr along.
It's quite a good day to send some purrs
around the blogosphere.

UTT

THIS is how I feel about the Human's neglect of my visiting needs. 

I plan to get out the tiny whip later this evening.

Dona Nobis Pacem

We're a little late to the Peace Theme today

but it's still the Fourth!

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And now . . .

Oh MOUSES!

My buddy Nerissa gave me this fantastic MOUSES Award on his Second Blogoversary, so in keeping with the grandeur of this Moust Auspicious Occasion, I am honored to share it with my readers today.

I thank him moust profusely for this grand award, and I happily pass it to

The Farm Cats @ The Maaaaa of Pricilla

                                  and

Cathy Keisha @ The World's Most Stunning Cat

Now the third requirement is to use the word MOUSES in some form while accepting the award. MOUSES! It was hard to think of the best way of going about this. I moused have pondered the problem for moust of an hour before I settled on the purrfect solution. Can you guess what it was?

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And take a look at THIS, will ya?!

Yes, it is, it IS me!

It's my very own Christmas Ornament 

from Mollie and Alfie's 

Little Shop of Wonders!

Isn't it great?

I can hardly wait to hang it

on my Tree!

Cleanest Little Face in the West

All right, yes, I know it's kind of boring. 

But still, I'm pretty adorable, don't you think?

Easy Sunday: Sun-Spit

Hello, Kitties:  The waning days of our peculiar Bay Area summer have arrived, and soon the sun puddles will not warm my furs as efficiently as they do even now.
Today The Humans return to Standard Time, which makes no difference to me, understanding as I do that Nature provides the same number of daylight hours no matter what those silly Humans choose to call them.
My Human is pleased at the departure of "Daylight Savings Time," as she is tired of arising in what feels like the middle of the night and arriving at work under cover of darkness.

Hope you all find something amusing to occupy your "extra hour." Me, I'll be napping (and you can all keep those smart-aleck remarks to yourselves if you know what's good for you)!

Pillow Talk

She loved bluuuuue pillows

Bluer than skylight was the glow

Softer than silk the gentle flow

Of her purrs

She loved bluuuuue pillows

Warmer than velvet were her eyes

Softer than May her tender sighs

On my furs....