Come On In, Now - Spitty Won't Hurt You . . . Much

Happy Halloween,

Efurryone!

Thanks to my sweet Nellie for the wonderful pumpkin!

It's Claw-Biting Time

Kitties, I'm so distraught I can't even watch.  I am going to sit here and think deeply about dinner, my next nap, what song to sing at 3:00 a.m. and other topics of great concern to me. 

I have no attention to spare for Human pastimes. I am a serious ManCat with serious pursuits.

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It's the bottom of the 8th. I'm simply frantic with worry.

I'm All Tensed Up About Game 6

I sure wish SomeKitty could come over and keep me company on my Blue Pillow and maybe rest her sweet heddy on my tum . . . just sayin'. I'm keeping a spot warm for you!

Blissful, Zenlike Sunday Baff With Yawn and Close-Ups

Now, I admit this little movie is much longer than most--I usually think about 20 seconds is optimal for viewing The King in his natural habitat. But if you enter into the meditative spirit of the thing, I think you will find it very soothing and repetitive and, dare I say, richly rewarding. If you are pressed for time, however, or easily bored, or have a little trace of ADD, I will tell you there's a nice yawn at :09 and an adorable close-up at :35.

So We Took Some Selfies

Downput me! Downput me!

Let me go! Let me GO!

I did not enjoy this very much.

Oh, My Towel!

How I loves you!

Series, Schmeries

I'm chillin' 
with my Homie.

Am I What?

Stoned? you ask. Well, D'oh! 

Well-reasoned, Mr.Holmes! 

Now, tell, me: What was your first clue?

I Told You I Don't Sleep All the Time

Sheesh--I mean, you gotta figure keeping this svelte physique requires some exercise, right?

Oh Hi, Everyone

If I weren't sleeping so deeply, I'd get up and mix you a niptini or a Meowgarita. But it's too hot to bother with any of that anyway, so feel free to join me here for a nappy. Plenty of room. 

LadyCats preferred.

Bugless by the Bay

Well, so far anyway. The Human obsessively inspects the sheets and blankets and pillows and walls for any sign of a crawling menace. So far, so good. 

We are tap-tap-tapping our fingers and toes and paws and claws for the World Series to start! Hmmm, I think we may have to go have a few words with those fine felines at A Tonk's Tale . . . Tail, as I suspect their loyalties may be sadly misplaced.

And yes, as you can no doubt tell from my photo today, we still has the HOTS.

Yo, Trout Town Tabbies!

We took care of some BURDS for ya!

The Giants had 'em for dinner!

Ah . . . SunBaffTime

Here I am luxuriating in this pleasant but not overdramatic sunpuddle. This puddle was warm and comfortable without edging unpleasantly into The Hots, which mercifully have, for now, gone away.

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We probably won't be around much till Thursday 
as the Human is off Wednesday to the You-Know-What!                                                              

Still Life with Hot* Cat

1.  I, along with my predecessors, take complete credit for the destruction of the top of this nice chest that belonged to the Human's grandmother. Phfft!You say destruction, I say artistic creation.

2.  The Kitty Coven meets nightly to ensure my Royal Dominance of the Castle.

3.  A little glass lamp that belonged to the Human's mother. It has thus far survived BooBoo & Angela, The Destructo Brothers Mr. Teeth and Clarkie, and me. Thus far.

4.  The Overheated King around noon today.

5.  My friend Stampo, all the way from Finland. The Human likes him because he almost never Sings the Song of His People. I mean, he does, but only I can hear him.

6.  This is my tiny tent I have had for nearly all my life. The Human bought me a new soft insert beddy last Friday (she likes to think she was being nice to me but I know the truth is she was too lazy to wash the old one, which was new about a year ago and started out white but had become almost entirely furred over with black).

* LadyCats may interpret this word in whichever way they like.

The Hots, Chapter 2: 85°

 

I was going to entitle this post: Same Sh*t, Different Day, but the Human told me that was a norty word I wasn't to use, and I said to her, "Well, Human, it's sure part of your daily vocabulary!" and then she told me not to talk back or she'd wash my mouth out with soap, and then I said, "I'd like to see you try" and then she didn't say anything else after that. So then I went to sleep.

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A good thing that happened this morning was we gotted a new BED delivered after two weeks of the Human sleeping on a little blow-up mattress on the dining room floor. To be honest, that made both of us pretty cranky.

We took a tiny nappy on it earlier this afternoon and it seems very comfertabuls, and -- MOST IMPORTANT -- bug-free! We hope that the special zippered mattress and box-spring covers keep it that way, too.

The Mighty Paws of Stampo

guard me while I sleep peaceably 

in my tiny tent. Plenty of time later to patrol 

and Sing my Songs to the Human.

Jane, My Loyal Viceroy

Oh dear, Poor Jane! What Great Evil has befallen you 
in the guise of a Visiting Granddaughter? 

Surely someone will rescue you from this ridiculous and degrading costume 
before Halloween!
Now, Kitties, Jane needs our love and understanding, not our mockery.

Okay, maybe just a little mockery would be all right.

Woes Я Us

Hello Kitties,
We are so sorry to have basically disappeared from your comment pages, and even from our own blog half the time! There's been a lot of stuffs happening here and while none of it is earth-shattering, the cumulative impact has thrown me and the Human into a deep funk. The problems include computer woes, car woes, health woes (Human and Feline, mostly of the very- irritating-though-not-very-serious sort), a hideous heat-wave, and, maybe worst of all, a bedbug infestation in our building that spread to our apartment (::shudder::), a nightmare of the First Order and with which we are still in the midst of dealing.
So don't give up on us. We expect by Halloween we'll be in the Pink again. Oh pleeeeeze! Thanks for sticking around even though we have been so absent. You're the best!

It's the 16th Inning and . . .

I can barely contain 
my excitement.

Sssssssssssizzle!

Still Life with Cat

The City is sizzlin' (86° today, felt like 186°).

I am sizzlin' (from the temp *and* my temper)!


Oh! And the Giants are sizzlin' too!


And we has had quite the Hitchcockian period around 

here, Kitties, and we'll be sharing The Horrors

over the next few days!