. . .the Human reminds me that other kitties are not so slothful as I. In fact, I have seen a mysterious little sign appearing hither and yon around the Cat Blogosphere. What could it mean kitties? If you find out, wake me, okay?
This fine little ditty was composed recently by the Dad of Aggie, Wally, and Miss Madie Mitten Kitten as he attempted to navigate his way through his lengthy and cat-strewnhallway.
It is sung to the tune of The Lion Sleeps Tonight:
In the hallway, the narrow hallway, The kitties sprawl tonight. Stepping over their inert bodies, The kitties flop tonight. CHORUS: Oh, you'reinmyway, you'reinmyway, you'reinmyway, your'reinmyway....
Isn't that a happy little song, Kitties? Ha ha meow!
So the other evening the Human and a friend went to the reception and preview sale sponsored annually by the Friends of the Library. They were expecting a nice cocktail and a nosh as they quietly perused stacks of well-ordered books.
So here was what they found instead:
Yes, a veritable football field of unsorted books (unless you really count "fiction" as a reasonable category--hello, strange bedfellows Danielle Steele and Dostoevsky). Crazed dealers shoved stacks of books and CDs into shopping carts and ran over toes on their way to the travel section.
The cocktails had not materialized by the time the Human and her friend ran screaming from that warehouse on a drafty pier and found succor at a nice Mexican restaurant still having Happy Hour.
This charming little rest stop outside the book sale contained what must be the least comfortable little benches ever. And Cod help you if you leaned back and toppled over onto the concrete.
Mmmmmm, nommy grass! What's not so nommy is the Giant Mess on the built-in shelves behind me. And look! Now it has spilled over onto the little tea cart to the right. Soon it will take over the dining room, and then where will I eat my grass???
So the new machine arrived. and at least the Human had the decency to put me on the screen right away. We are gradually becoming accustomed to the large display (good) and the overly-sensitive mousepad (bad). See the painting of me Nellie's Mom made? Aren't I adorable I mean, Isn't she talented?
Hello, Kitties. Here I am again, working hard to keep up my end of the posting bargain while the Human continues to sulk. We don't really gots a photobacklog anymore so, for awhile, if the Human doesn't get a good picture, we don't gots much to choose from! This means you gets what you gets. Also, the Human was very fond of Photoshop Elements 7, but the CD is so old it won't load on newer computers. Rats. So she had to download a trial of Photoshop Elements 12 which is mostly fine except she is having trouble with certain tools, like the clone stamp and even contrast. Rats again. So I am not looking as flawless as I usually do by the time she finishes 'shopping me up. Rats³.
Those inclined to be cruel might choose to compare this adorable picture taken a mere four days ago with the years-old photos I posted last Sunday and Monday. Those who make such comparisons might well note that I am now moreKingly, more substantial, more statesmanlike. I have, as they say, gravitas. Or maybe it's just gravity. Well, whatever. Dinner was delicious.
My first real post after weeks and weeks and WEEKS of frusteration, and the Human decides we should post a little Block Pawty video in which *I*, the eponymous Spitty of SpittySpeaks, do not even appear? Not even as a damn cameo? Phffft.
All right, by popular demand, we are back with another ancient photo. This one is notable not only for my long-ago, long-forgotten sveltitude, but for the belleh exposure which is something Yours Truly just does not do. Please take special note of those marks--scratches on the glass? left-over cocaine (kidding!)? some kind of secret code?--just over my right ear. What is that, anyway? We hope this will serve to whet your appetite for the return of the Real Live Spitty . . . soon . . . ish.
Well, Kitties, here is a picture from September 15, 2011. I was disappointed in the offerings that emerged from that shopping bag, though back then I was much less interested in foods than I am now. I am sure you can see that for yourselves. No need to mock me, now.
And the Human wasn't exactly adept at photography then, not that she's all that much better now. In real life, I am much more sharply defined!
Sigh. We has been sad and unmotivated since we cannot upload any pictures, and copying old ones does not inspire us. Also, every day the Human remembers something else that vanished into the cyber-ether never to be seen again, and she whimpers a little. I think when the new computer finally gets here, we will perk up again.
And yes, we has learned the back-up lesson. The hard way.
Yes, yes, I know: It's really TBT (ThrowBackThursday) but since I am King, I hereby declare FlashBackFriday. This is the first picture I ever posted on my blog, on April 14, 2010. You could look it up. Go ahead. I'll wait.
Okay then, so that was exciting, wasn't it? I was only SIX then (like King P is now) and I still had my very important you-know-whats. Ah, those were the days!
But Glogirly had not yet declared me King so I hardly suspected the greatness that lay in store.
In other news, the hard drive the Human forked over $50 to have encased and make into an external drive so we could access all our wonderful files that we had spent so many years amassing? Yeah, well, not even worth one-tenth of one percent of that--yes, I am saying: Not worth a plug nickel. 99.9999% of the data on that drive is Gone, Baby, Gone.
Nice looking plastic case, though.
We hope to have the new computer in about two more weeks. (A digression: How hard would it be for Dell to make enough computers so it doesn't take like, three freaking weeks to get the one you ordered? Is there a real answer to that question? Don't they have a supply and demand algorithm?)
So, today the Human went on a nice shopping trip to PetSmart, Michael's and, her favorite, Target. So she had gotten all the impawtant stuff (my foodz and litter and a new toy, too!) by the time she arrived at Target, where she had many less-impawtant things to purchase, which she did. But when she gotted home, she realized she had left her giant 12-pack of paper towels on the bottom of the cart in the Target parking lot. Sigh. Getting old is no picnic, Kitties. At least it wasn't my Fancy Feast languishing in that parking lot. Now THAT would be a real tragedy. Ha! Look! Even with this Chromebook I can copy and paste an old picture (from 2012) just so you don't forget who I am and what I look like.
NOTE #2: Our laptop's motherboard 'sploded or something, so time for a new one. The repair place is encasing the hard drive to work like an external hard drive (d'oh! That's what it *is*, right?) with a usb port and all, so at least we still has all our documents and pictures and stuff. The Human is going to order a new laptop Monday and we hope it comes pretty fast. Fooey--she says it's not even the money so much as the irritation and inconvenience and delay factors, and she's lost all her bookmarks of efurryone's bloggies and stuff. Sigh. Oh well, many a worser thing has happened so I told her to shut her pie hole and stop yappin' and complaining. We took little videos of a pawsome block party on our tiny street today with a bluegrass band and a bouncy house and efurrything, and it makes me MAD we can't post them. There were WAY too many woofies there anyway. So it is what it is. It is hard for the stoopy Human to type on this little Chromebook, but we will do what we can. ::sharpens claws::
NOTE: The laptop seems to have fainted and remains unconscious at this time. We have been reduced to browsing on our silly little Chromebook, which is too dumb to help us do anything like upload pictures or any good stuff like that. We are probably outta commission for the weekend at least. Hope this picture can get you through the inevitable withdrawal. 9/4/14
In this vintage (2011?) photo, my fur was having a party without me.