Uhn, uhhhhhhhn, uhhhhhhhnnnnn

Shoot, I know I left that mousie under here last night . . . 

Ha- Ha- Happy Birfday, Human!

The Human's dear friend gave her me this wonderful fridge magnet 
for her birfday a few days ago.

Isn't it just purrfect?
I think it will become 
my purrsonal motto. 

ManCat Monday

How you doin'?

Warm. Fed. Brushed.*

Life.Is.Good.

(*Well, maybe I am just the tiniest bit rumpled & could use another brushing soon. But otherwise, I'm purrfection itself.)

I Finally Got to Open My Secret Paws Package!

Oh boy! Oh Boy! It's from Katie and Waffles!!!

Looky! Looky! Lots of pretty shiny things, and a 

card with MY name on it!

Be still my heart: A special card just for me

from Waffles and the Boss herself!

This is serious bidness, Kitties!

The Human helped me remove the paper and stuff . . .

and, honestly, I did not know where to begin!

 That looks interesting . . .oh, but look at this!

This is really intriguing . . .

but I think I will choose this other one

for awhile. I lubs it.

There were things for the Human, too--

the funnest sponge cloth she ever saw,

and a book by the wonderful poet May Sarton

Wand toys are my favorites!

This red butterfly is the best! 

I can keeeeell it over and over! 

Thanks a million to Katie and Waffles

and their Glogirly, too! We love our presents!

We Three Kings

                                         of New Beddies Are . . . ♫

Cousins Cooper, Lilybelle and Scotty aka Butters enjoy their substance-enhanced beddies from Celestial Kitties. Cooper seems to think it's a blankie, though.

This is the blurry little cabin where the Human is spending Christmas. With those other kitties. Phfft. She owes me, Kitties, Big Time. We'll be back tomorrow.

Happy Holidays!

Merry Christmas, Kitties!

Thanks to all for your steadfast friendship even when we 

::glares at Human:: 

have not been keeping up with our visiting. 

We love ALL of you!

This Space Available

Two pillows, No waiting

Still Just Looking

Geez, you put this stuff out and about for us to enjoy, right, Human?

Have I ever interfered with our little tree?

Wait--forget I asked that. 

Have I interfered with our little tree tonight?

I Was Only Looking!

You didn't have to get all panicky and stuff. Besides, I think BabyJesus has a sense of humor about this stuff. I'm not the only one who thinks He might like to play a little.

To Be Honest

I'm a little lonely without Cousin Jim, aka Introodur.

Sigh.

Yes, yes, I know I have my Human, but it's just not the same.

Well, All Right, Then, Maybe I Didn't Eat Him

But you tell me: Why is he gone?

I Ate the Introodur

with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.

A Visit from the Intruder

So the Intruder (see sidebar) is here for a few days and yesterday we all went shopping in Half Moon Bay, a sleepy little town about 25 miles south of here. We took a nice picture in the little parklet, and a good time was had by all, especially a delicious dinner at Pasta Moon. Mmmmmmm.

Kitties, you have no idea how gracious your King is being to the Intruder this time around. I allow him to brush me, and even to pet me a little bit--as long as the Human is around, that is. Once she has gone to work, all bets are off. The Intruder reported to the Human that I hissed at him twice today. I beg to differ, however: It was three four times! He just wasn't paying attention for that last one two.

Sunday Selfie: Who's That Red Cat?

Does my paw (business side first) swiping at her hand as she clicks that flashy box one final time make the photo count as a selfie?
I say Yes, and I am, after all, the King.
The Red King, evidently. 

Caturday Math Problem

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It's Raining, It's Pouring

The Human I'm ignoring . . . 

Actually, as you may be able to tell from the sunlight caressing my pretty back furs, this picture is a few days old (back before the hellish events of the past few posts). 

We have had almost two-and-a-half inches of glorious rain in the past 24 hours and it could not be more welcome. Also, the Human finally washed my snuggly beddy, which makes me almost forgive her for that whole disgraceful horn debacle.

Almost.
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P.S. Storm update!

Move along, Move along nowNuffing to see here

What on Earth Were They Thinking? Part DeuxBREAKING NEWS

Now this Back-of-the-Box Kitty, this kitty really looks like he's lovin' The Horn, n'est-ce pas?














Oh no, she didn't.

What on Earth Were They Thinking?

Okay, so around Halloween, one of the Human's young and foolish colleagues gave her this atrocity for me, Kitties, for ME. 

Honestly, did anyone, anywhere ever imagine that any self-respecting feline would agree to adorn him- or herself with this preposterous inflatable abomination?








<--  Oh really? 

It's Never Too Early for . . .

Santa Watch!

I try to be a Good Boy, really I do. But my innate Hooliganism interferes with my desire to do the Right Things. Like sit in the Human's lap, cuddle up next to her in the night, and eat more of the fancy, good-for-me foods she brings home from the spendy little pet store. 

Alas, like Popeye, I Yam What I Yam, and surely these small failings should not mean I will be greeted by a lump of coal come Christmas morning. Right? Right?

Flashback Friday

Some days, even back in the summer of 2012, 

a Boy has to make his own fun.

In This Corner, Spitty the KittyIn That Corner, The Orange Ball

To the victor go the spoils. Take that, why don't you, O.B.?!

Is It Santa Yet?

'Cause I have visions of Sugarplums -- or maybe tunafish -- dancing in my head.

Also, as long as I'm nappin' I can't get a whappin'. [I never whap you, Spitty. --Ed.] I want Santa to know I have been a Good Boy.

Come, He Told Them, Ta-Rum-Tum-Tum-Tum

The Royal Tum to see....

You may bring me gifts....

You may gaze upon it....

But No Touching of the Tum is permitted.

Ever.