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!
I dunno, workin means money which means foodz.
We are Loyal to you, Spitty.
We dare not be!
Pretty awesome photo!
Another outstanding pic, Spitty.
Work keeps getting in the way Spitty, but at least she has put you in the spotlight.
I tried but she was having none of it, Spitty. xoxox
The green papers must flow in, Spitty...so unless you've got a hidden gold mine or secret tunnel to Fort Knox (in case, will you adopt me?!?)...your person must work. Angel and Chuck wonder why I don't stay home all day to open cans of food for them too.
dood...tell yur mom a due like de food serviss gurl doez....ignore her werk & sneek
round blogland !! ♥♥♥....ooooooooopzzz....heer comes de bozz ~
heerz two a bicolor goat fish kinda week oh end ♥♥♥
you look sooooo handsome! catchatwithcarenandcody
Spitty, one day your human will be home every day....then what will you do??
We understand Spitty. She needs to work to keep you in royal style.
Are you sure working isn't code for visiting with alien cats, Spitty? I would be very suspicious if I were you.
*I* think it shows a halo around yer precious head my dearest Spittikins... ~ IZA-YOUREST
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