The Postman Always Rings Twice

Hi Kitties, I keep getting this email and the Human keeps deleting it, just it like it is no business of mine. But I dunno. It *is* addressed to me as you can plainly see. And I bet those Russian LadyCats are good-lookin', too, don't you think? Or why else would they keep emailing me about wanting to get together? I want her to write back and see if some of those Muscovite Mamas want to come over and visit Tsar Tspitty.

Napping with My Homie

I was feeling a little restless earlier, so I strolled over to 6th Avenue to chill for awhile with Darth Vader here. He's a good pal, but I only see him for one week out of the year.

Sleepy King Spitty

Was sitting so pretty 

On his favorite tippy-top tower,

When along came some spiders

Who weren't very good hiders.

Tell us, Spitty, were they tasty or sour?

I'm Just a Lonely Boy, Lonely and Blue . . .

I feel so lonely and bored here on my blue pillow.  ::YAWN::  Gosh, I would sure love for some LadyCat to come over and curl up next to me. That would be so nice on this cozy afternoon.
Or maybe, I wonder now, if that nice Megan Lady from Down Under might find a way to teleport over ? She seems to really, you know, get me on a deep level. I would purr for her, and let her cuddle me, and treat her in the way a Fine and Loyal Subject should be.
Well, either way, I'm waiting. Dare I ask for both?

Tuesday Trip Down Memory Lane

No, this wasn't what I'd planned for today (Oh like you plan, Spitty? [Ed.]), but the cable that connects the camera to the computer is defunct, so I had to go all the way back to October 8th for today's pix.

Excuuuuuuuuuuuuuse me: The Human caught me having 
some quiet, private time with my tunnel.

Is nuffing sacred?

Just Another Outrage: Hollywood Edition

So, late Caturday night, somebody was making a little movie across the street 
at the Wooly Pig Cafe (and, btw, I have no idea why it is called that).
And just why is that an outrage? you may want to ask. 
Well, was I invited to play the lead role? Or any role?

Q.E.D.

Know Thyself(-ie)

                       And then take a good, long nap in the sun.


N.B. If you look carefully, just right of bottom center, you will see some extra-fancy decoration on this piece of furniture. Yes, yes, you don't even have to ask. It was me.

Spitty's Polynomial Equation

So, you might be asking yourselves, "Spitty, how could it be that two bags of delicious foods 

from the Holy Temple of PetSmart, in fact, your favorites, plus a new container of the Best Quality Kitty Grass from Andronico's can still add up to the Back of Disrespect?"

Go ahead; think about it. I'll wait.

Give up? Yes, I thought you would. 

The problem is that the trip to PetSmart and Andronico's occurred at the end of a lengthy brunch the Human had in freaking Foster City, like 30 freaking miles away, 

with a friend this morning. She was gone. For hours and hours. 

On a Caturday. When I expect playtimes!

Still, it all looks pretty tasty, so I expect I'll be forgiving her. In due time.

#62milliongirls

The Human's school has a chapter of Girls Rising who are sponsoring events this month

to call attention to the fact that there are more than 62 million girls around the world

who are denied access to education. 

Even I, ManCat that I am, find that appalling so I dropped in on a film

that was being shown in the gym this afternoon, To tell you the truth,

::looks around and whispers:: it was kind of boring. I mean, why would

anyone want to go to school? Yuck!

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P.S. Of course I allow touching! What's all this "pulling away bloody stumps" business? I mean, I am not a Barbarian, for Bast's sake!

Splendid Spittailio

Floofy.
Long.
Lush.
Touchable.


Why, it's
Flonglushable!

Don't I Look Extra Attractive Up Here?

If I do say so myself, I think this pose is most becoming. The shadows, especially mine, add visual interest. I don't often climb to the very tippity top of this tower so the Human seized the opportunity and to give her credit, she did an adequate job. But hey, consider what she had to work with.
And just *wait* for tomorrow's follow-up!

Oh, Hi. You're Home.

Well, it's nice to see you and all, but as you can see, I am busy with my afternoon ablutions.

We can talk about your day later.

I think I have some time around 8:45. After my nap. 

Stinkeyed-Spitty's Sunday Selfie

Food, Glorious Food!

Sometimes I think of my youth (BNBR*), 

and how I didn't much like to eat, and I just 

laugh and laugh! Now, I can barely wait till 

she scoops it out of its little container.

*Before Naughty-Bit Removal

The Fast and the Furious (and the Blurrious)

This thing must be mine!

Oh Bast! How can I get hold of it?

Ah, now this, well, this is better!

I love you, Soft Snakey.

Reproachful Look

should get me an extra dinner, don't you think? 

Who could resist sad, hungry Spitty?

90°: Spitty Doesn't Feel Pretty

I am melting
Oh yes, melting!
It's just frightful
How spiteful I feel--
For I'm roasting
Oh yes, I'm toasting
And I hardly 
Can enjoy my meals!

The GentlemanCat's Polite Little Yawn

      So warm. So peaceful. So tie-tie.

Smug Sunday Selfie

Good morning, Kitties. Here I am, ensconced, smug & snug, in the comfortable embrace of my newly-refavored tree, as I ponder the wound I inflicted yesterday upon the Human. I wonder, had I aimed more carefully, could I have slashed two fingers instead of just the one? If I'd been more conscientious about my daily sharpening schedule, could I have penetrated a bit deeper? Should I have offered to lick up the drippy bloods?

Well, nevermind. I did the best I could on the spur of the moment, and there's always next time.

Morning Playtimes, II

The Old Bat dragged herself out of bed (though at a more civilized hour; it *is* Caturday after all) and deigned to offer more playtimes this morning. As you can see, I could not help but participate:

It was all good till I reached wildly for my toy (I mean, it *is* mine, right?) and the Human stupidly put her finger in my way.

Not
My
Fault

Besides, a splotch of red adds visual interest to the picture.

Don't you think so?

She Has Potential

to be a Better Human.

For example, this morning she got up at 5:00 a.m. and we had, like, 40 minutes of playtimes.

That was pretty good, don't you think?

Of course, then she went to work & was gone all day.

So she still has plenty of room for improvement.

You're Not Really Going to Make Me

come all the way up there 
and get my brush myself,
are you?

Because if I have to, there's 
going to be Hell to pay.

Just like there always is.

Down Is the ManCat

                            Down from His Tree
                            And His floofy ball up from the Floor
                            (with apologies to Robert Louis Stevenson)


#donttouchmytree

Yes, Yes I Am

I am still here in my nice comfy tree that I've avoided like the plague for six months. The Human was thisclose to getting rid of it. So I decided to move back in. 

#occupycattree

Screaming!

Yo, Screamoline! Am I doin' it right?

Sneaky Sleepy Sunday

She crept up on me like some kind of sneaky stalker and caught me all askew.

The Tock-tober Surprise

So, Kitties, apparently I am to be humiliated on the pages of my very own blog as part of something called "Tock-tober," when the Humans feel free to take embarrassing pictures of us and then, wielding their high-falutin' thumbs, post pictures of our backsides.   Hmmm, and just what the Sam Hill is that all about?

Fortunately, as a floofy black boy, I am largely immune to embarrassment of this sort.

W-I-N for me!

Thankful Thursday:I Love Playtimes

And I think Pink Fevver loves it, too.