Sunny Sunday Selfie

After the years of drought, there's really no such thing as too much rain, Kitties. But I won't say that the sunpuddle today wasn't, you know, like totally awesome.
P.S. Here's an old picture. Dunno why I can't load the right one. Sorries! But I'm still good-lookin'!  Hmmm--now I think I loaded the new one too?

Breaking News: Box Boy

What is wrong with this picture, Kitties?

Yes! Got it in one, didn't you? Yours Truly's in a cardboard box.

Now that's a sight rarely, if ever, seen in the annals of SpittySpeaks. Spitty is extremely suspicious of confined or enclosed spaces, but somehow this perfectly-sized, freshly-opened box looked too inviting to resist, especially after the Human tossed in two of my best-smelling toys. I curled up in there for hours, Kitties, hours. 

Proving that you can teach an Old(ish) Cat new tricks.

Tea for Two: Before and After

And *I* was not one of them. #bitter  #unfair  #yakworthy

Step Right Up, Kitties

So here I am again, trying for a 1940s film noir look. Just call me Bogie or Orson or Mr. Raft.
We are ashamed of ourselves for being such bad visitors and we are surprised and grateful every day that so many of you come by to say Hey. Really, we are going to try to get better. 
If only someone could convince the Human that life could be GOOD if she'd just stop working already!

No Cat Is an Island

Well, except this week, me. I am an island. The Human has been so busy with her job, and her foot-soaking, and her 'pawtant social occasions and all, that I am forced to occupy the exact center of the bed, hoping to be noticed before I, well, I dunno, starve maybe? Suffer the withdrawal pangs of reduced brushings? Pine away like an abandoned stuffie, tossed aside for some shiny new chemistry set? It's an outrage, Kitties, it reeeeeeeeally is.

The King Is Comfertabuls; The Human Is Not

I know there have been several shots 

of what I think of as "Radiator Porn." 

But it is where I hang out these days

and often it's this or no picture at all, and

Dear Cod! what a tragedy that would be.

The Human has acquired a new man in her life: 

Too bad he's a podiatrist. 

She has a bone spur on her heel as well as a formerly-ruptured-but-now-sort-of-healing Achilles tendon. 

Part of the treatment for this is contrast baths Water Torture.

The warm side is fine, she says, but it doesn't take long

for the ice-water part to make her foot 

scream loud enough to be heard in Albuquerque.

I am the Walrus the One Who Knocks the Pancake

Now, where's the butter and the syrup? I am delicious!

Sunday Selfie: Perfecting the 1000-Yard Stare

You'd think a Boy could meditate in peace, wouldn't you? Alas, you would be wrong. 
Still, it was so cold today the Human turned the radiator back On after a few days in the hateful Off position, so I am inclined to forgive the disturbance, especially as my self-directed selfie features my Noble Profile.

The Psychiatrist Vampire Basement Cat Is IN

That will be $400  Two Pints  One SOUL, please.

Sunshine Came Softly Through My Window Today

Coulda tripped out easy but I, I've changed my ways . . . not. Heh, heh.

LapBrushPurrRepeat

                                                                   a  On lap

                                                                   a  Brushies in progress

                                                                   a Purrer engaged

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday

GimmeGimmeGimmeGimmeGimmeGimmeGIMME!

Laundry Day

Well, ma'am, whutcha gots yerselp here is a passel of dirty sheets. Yup,

I'd guesstimate you gots two big loads today. Whutcher problem seems to be here

is that you've been right lay-zee and saved up yer laundry.

I'd really love ta help, y'see, ma'am, but I'm only 'bout 11 inches tall,

and then there's that pesky no-thumbs deal. So I guess

I'll jest stretch out like a possum on a raft and take a little snooze 

while you stagger over to the laundromat.

See ya.

Sunday Selfie: Spitty Is Spiffy

and splendidly speechless.

Thhhhffffffffttttttttt!

I guess this isn't very artsy for a Caturday, but I *did* manage to stick my adorable pink tongue out at the flashy box. Also, 'cause this weekend is a three-dayer, she apparently decided she could spend at least one home with Yours Truly, cooking and napping and watching the first season of Better Call Saul. As you might notice if you can tear yourselves away from looking at me: Christmas Decor 1, Human 0. Maybe tomorrow?

Are Those Still Christmas Decorations?

Why, yes, I'm afraid they are. The Human's housekeeping habits are a disgrace, really. *I* am a model of tidiness and self-sufficiency; I don't know what's happened to her.

Okay, I'll Get Off the Table

But only because I *wanted* to.

By the way, do you think you'll ever clean those shelves out?

I'm a leeeetle embarrassed when my friends see them like this.

Liar

Kitties, 
she threw Juliet away. 

I will make her pay.

The Human Says I Can Keep Her

I shall call her
Juliet.

The CALM

between the storms.

SundaySelfie: Consider If You Will the Noble Profile

I want 
to change
my name.

You may call me Caesar.
Or Spittius Caesar.

Can You Find These Things

in the picture?

a. a wicked sharpity-sharp claw?

b. a tuft of distinguished silver furs?

c. my partially-hidden floofy tailio?

d. anything else you'd like to snorgle?

Me & My Little Friend

You aren't going to try to steal my pink polliwog, 

are you?

Because I am keeping it warm here, right beside 

my furry tum, by the radiator, while it hatches.

It's been steeping in the valerian for a while now, so I can see where you'd want it for your own, but really, it's mine and I would miss it something fierce.

You get your own.

When the Rains Come

    I don't run and hide my head ¯

   Even better music to our ears!

SpittySleeps

Lately, I have been enjoying 
some alternative warms.

If you had Superman's X-ray vision, 
you'd see this:

Schmoozing with Santa

So this afternoon I had a little chat with Santa.

He told me his time is just about up, and probably this weekend he'll be shoved into the St. Nick PTU and stowed away for the next 11 months.

I found this an appalling state of affairs, but he didn't seem to mind, as long as he didn't get stuck in the same box with those damn shepherds and their messy lambs again.

Baked Goods

Sometimes after a few hours of snoozing by the radiator, I need to cool down a little by sprawling full-length on the floor away from My Preciousssss.

After about 10 minutes, I'm ready for another round.

The Human just shakes her head; she doesn't understand about kitties and the Warms.

2016: Sunday Selfie #1

SO I took my Sunday Selfie on Friday (is that cheating, do you think?) because of the nice sun puddle that fell on my living room cat tree. Yesterday, the Human was too lay-zee to help me, and today (Caturday) was dark and dreary. 
I do realize I take a LOT of selfies here on this tower, but I think the half-pipe perch cradles me just right and shows me off to best advantage.
But this year, I hope to find some alternate good spots so as not to bore you each week with the very same shot. Though really, who could ever tire of looking at the Glorious King? Am I right?
The Human says vanity, like pride, is a deadly sin. 

Huh. 
.
.
.

Nope, don't think so!

Happy New Year

to all our furiends, Feline and Human (and canine and otherwise too)!

I have several items to report today.

First, we posted all about our fantabulous Secret Paws (Cody & Caren from Cat Chat) on the Secret Paws 2015 blog (here) so you can read all about my great haul. Thanks, Cody & Caren for the wonderful surprises!

Next, although the Humans last night were not too objectionable (they can't help being, well, Not Kitties), I was extremely happy to see their backsides so I could relax and watch the Human clean up and wash dishes till 2:30 a.m., MOL! I even let one of the guests (the Dad of Wally, Aggie and Miss Madie Mitten Kitten) pet my furry little head.

And Last but far from Least, today the Human finally let me open and enjoy my package of goodies from Finland(N). My fellow Royal, Punapippuri, sent me a giant calendar with a nearly life-size photo of himself. We wonder if Mr. Calendar Boy will appear on every month? Or will he share with his many furry (and unfurry) subjects? The Human says we must not look ahead so as to be surprised each month. To be honest, I really wasn't nearly as interested in the calendar as I was in the rest of the contents. Please notice the tongue action in the final photo. It's delicious!