Too Many Humans

So the Human who has been gone off and on for, like, EVER,

dragged out a few decorations last night. Oh, no, not for me,

of course, though I might have enjoyed some festive decor in her absence,

but for a little Human pawty tonight with far too many People

and no kitties. Guess who was not consulted about the guest list?

Still, I soaked up what sun puddles I could on this fine New Year's Eve

under the watchful eye of these little table-angels 

who don't seem much interested in my doings.

Can You Guess

which movie we went to see today? I sneaked in for free.

Post-Butterscotch

Is she worthy of Spittola's attention and forgiveness 

after the long abandonment?

Nah, fugeddaboudit.

Wait for it . . . Wait for it . . .

Patience, my furiends, shall be rewarded:

Christmas Daze

So the Human spent Christmas with her beloved friends and that other cat, Butterscotch,

and a very pretty Christmas tree with NO presents for me.

In fact, all poor Butterscotch got was the empty stocking after the Marlowe the Dog removed the toys Santa brought for him. It was all a feline Outrage of the First Order.

Merry Christmas

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

Elf-Boy Says . . .

She's lucky she didn't try to put a real hat on this fine, furry head!

Just the Facts, Ma'am

#1. I look quite stunning in my handmade royal purple beddie from Finland(N) in this photo taken few days ago, and you can tell it was a few days ago because . . .
#2. It rained some more today. The SF Chronicle, not always the most reliable source (but we'll trust 'em on this), said 6.4 billion gallons of water fell at Lake Tahoe in the past 24 hours, raising the water level in the whole gigantic lake (200 sq. mi.) by two inches. Woot!
#3. The Human, all dressed up on her way to a fancy Christmas lunch today, had to have her car towed instead. She got it back though, for under 200 green papers. So that was a minus and then a plus. No fancy lunch though, which seems a very minor inconvenience because . . .
#4. A man gotted himself murdered (shot) only a block from our house! We live in a good neighborhood, but of course not crime-free. The Human cannot a-member the last time anybody got murdered though. 

and finally . . .
#5.  Looky at what a friend gave the Human me for Chrissymouse:

Ha ha ha meow!

Have You Ever Seen The Rain?

Yes! Yes we have!
Okay, okay, I'm a backlit black boy, so the Human had to, um, enhance my smile today. BUT it is real, my furiends, because we is having rain! Yes, honest-to-Cod, actual rain--the real thing that's been coming down for a whole day! It has been years (no, really, that's not hyperbole!) since we had a regular storm. And even though the Human was out shopping and visiting all day, and even though she gotted soaked several times, she is full of joy! 

R-A-I-N! 

Seasonal Selfie

Greetings, my Pretties (and you ManCats, too), I was feeling especially festive on this dark and rainfilled day (and don't think we aren't thrilled to see the wet stuff!) so I allowed her to "decorate me" even though I am most properly enjoyed au naturel.

Saturday Sunpuddle

I may be out like a light, but I am lovin' my sunpuddle. Even the Human with the flashybox couldn't create a stir.

Nothing Comes Between

me and my radiator.

Claws and Fevvers and Ears: Oh My!

Hello, Kitties. Here I am (well, what you can see of me anyway), enjoying a rare playtime with my Human. She has been pretty darn inattentive to me for the past two weeks or so, what with the end of the school semester and finals and grading and all (unavoidable, so she claims) and then a bunch of other stuff: Christmas shopping, social outings, and other mysterious doings that seem to be of no benefit to the Kitty (totally avoidable so *I* claim). 

You will surely have noticed the precipitous decline in both the quality and quantity of my posts. She says we'll work on it as soon as school ends on the 18th, but then, she says a lot of stuff. 

And by stuff I mean . . . well, you *know* what I mean.

Missing Furson

Have you seen a

runaway LadyCat?

I've Lost My Boyish Figure, Haven't I?

And my tailio again too. That makes twice this week!

But please, go ahead--take your best shot. I can handle the troof.

Apparently

              There's an ent (clickety there)  growing out of my side.

My Blue Ball*

It's a doozy, my favorite plaything. It is kept in a special secret place (more about that one day soon) and it only comes out about twice a month. Now, under most circumstances, I'd complain about that (an outrage, right?) but somehow I understand the theory behind this system. If I had it every day, perhaps I would tire of it, or--quelle horreur--lose it. No, for once I can understand the role scarcity plays in my enjoyment, and even more surprising, I understand the Human is doing this for my benefit. And that's something you don't hear Spitty say very often. Or ever.

* And shame on you Kitties and Humans whose naughty minds went there. Besides, I don't even have those anymore. Not even one.

Kitties! Guess What?

It is raining, yes, raining in my City! So I went out to check for puddles 
and had a little sip or two.

Selfie of a Different Sort

Thanks to all my furiends who suggested I could just Selfie-Brush. Turn out I can, kind of. Works adequately for chin and cheeks, but it just feels sad and desperate. There's a Human here whose job it is perform these tasks, and it's not like she's grading essays or doing anything very useful. 

We *did* finish our Secret Santa shopping (Is it for you, Kitties?), but we have stalled out in the wrapping and mailing departments. It's looking good for this weekend though!

Attention!

This thing doesn't move by itself, you know.

Oh, and thanks for that grass. Finally.

Grazin' in the Grass Is a Gas

Baby, can you dig it?

This is a disgrace, is it not? Yellow and brown and dry. 

Not even worthy of the name "grass" anymore, is it?

This is another disgrace. Green and fresh and tasty.

The disgrace here is that it is currently residing above the kitchen sink,

inaccessible to Yours Truly.

"Maybe it will be ready for you to-¯mor-row¯," said the Human.

Spitty's Seepy Sunday Selfie

Oh where, O where
Did my Tailio go?
O where, O where can it be?
With its floof so soft

And its curl aloft
O where, O where can it be?

Surprise!

OMC! Did I *say* you could creep up on little cat feet and pet me without purrmission?
You startled me, and Kitties do not like to be startled. Sometimes, it causes us to leap up, battle-ready and draw bloods.
Lucky for you, I was feeling calm and tolerant this morning when you snapped this unflattering photo. Doubly lucky, because sometimes when you take unflattering photos, you cause us to leap up, battle-ready and . . . well, you know the rest.

Wand Toy Fun

Sometimes the Human is good for something. Tonight, for example, she played with me till I got tired. Trouble is, she can't seem to play *and* take good pictures of me at the same time. I don't really know why not. Other people do. Just another way she's defective.

Those Shameless Oregon Hussies

And here they are in all their traitorous furry glory. Big Ol' Cooper, not very interested in the Human, The Tart (and that's enough of him, thank you very much), and Mercurial Lily, typical girlcat. The Human reeked of all three of them upon her return. 




This is me, caring.

Crispy/Extra Crispy

Sometimes as one side grows all toasty warm, I linger too long in slumberland and forget that I should be baking evenly. The Human has warned me of the dangers of Spontaneous Combustion, but I don't really think that could happen, do you, Kitties?

Treachery, Part I: That Tart Butterscotch

Yes, yes, I will admit the obvious: He is a dreamy soft floof ball of orange sherbet and cream.

And yes, yes it was pretty gosh-darn adorable when he leapt right into his toy drawer and rooted through all the toys for just the perfect thing.

I'll even admit that the irresistibly plaintive expression that begged, "Play with me, please" was, well, irresistible.

*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

So, there she was, clicking away at that tarty little Casanova for days. Those clicks were rightfully *mine,* Kitties! What right does she have to spend clicks on some extracurricular orange gigolo like they meant nuffing?

Annnnnnnnd We're Back

Oh, yes, there are stories to tell, Kitties, horrifying, lurid tales of treachery and betrayal. And tell them I will.

But right now it is time for a Sunday Selfie in this glorious sunpuddle that so generously presented itself to me this very day.

To All Our Feline, Canine and Human Friends

The Human will be away for a few days, cavorting with Other Cats and generally having a fine old time without me. Phfft. 
*I* will be in the tender care of the Beloved Aunties. In the Spirit of the Holiday, I may even allow touching. 
We hope you all have a wonderful day!

Every Picture Tells a Story:A Fun Game!

Who doesn't love a good game of Slappy Paw?

So what if I lost my head and nipped her a time or two or seventeen?

I didn't hurt her.

Much.

Nuffing Like It, Kitties

There must be quite a few things that a nice baff won't cure, but we don't know many of them.  ~Sylvia Plath & Spitty the Kitty

Sunday Selfie: Whatchoo Want Willis?

Thanks for helping me out with my selfie today, Human. 
But go away now, because to tell you the truth you're creepin' me out a little bit. 

Artsy Caturday

The Human says she wanted to do this whole Caturday Art dealio we've never done before.
*I* say she played around with a filter or two and called it good enough. She's so lazy.

Girlcats.

Need I say more?

They want to be my friend and then they don't, they hisssssssss long-distance, they play the field, they plot and plan against me.

I'm just exhausted.

Waiting for Godot

I seem to be having a bit of an existential crisis today.

I eat, I nap, I play:

But what does it all mean?

Just call me Vladimir.

Or maybe Vlad the Impaler?

The Human Wants

to throw you away.

She says you're ugly, and wrinkled

and it's embarrassing to leave an old grocery bag 

on the floor all the time when people come in here.

I say, there's a simple solution to that:

Don't let them come in.

I need my bag.

Kitties Who Play Hard to Get

lose out and have to brush themselves.

Spitty's Soothing Sunday Selfie

It is *too* a selfie. I was holding the stick with my back paws. Kinda.

One Tailio + One Ear + Three Paws =

It's a good thing the
Whole 
is equal to 
more than the 
Sum 
of its parts, eh?

Spitty's Mailbox, Part 2

Kitties, Remember this mail? Those Russian LadyCats I missed out on two weeks ago? Well, the Human's at it again!

This time I think it costed me $10,000! I was pre-approved, Kitties: Pre-ap-pro-ved! Do you even know what that means? 

Yeah, well, neither do I really. Still, what I *do* know is that my ten grand has gone the way of those Russian beauties, and that way does not lead here.

::outraged ears::