Join Me, Human?

Feel free whenever you're ready. Oh, wait: I haven't quite decided which pillow I prefer, and you know I don't like to be rushed. 

Go grade some papers, and I'll let you know 
when it's time.

Sunday Selfie: Am I Hot or Am I Cool?

I know: I'm both!

If They Had Only Let Me Play

the Human's school (in blue) might have won that playoff game tonight.

Still, they won their division without me, so I guess those girls know what they're doin'. 

Too bad they didn't win though.

Maybe next year! I'll start practicing. Just in case.

Tunnel Boy

sees what you have there.

Some Days, I'm All "Drought-Schmought"

Life is good in the Golden State.

Wingardium Leviosa

No? Well, never mind then.

Stupefy!

There, that always works.

Oh, It's You

Well, c'mon in then, Human. My staff meeting is just about over. I was dozing off while The Boys here were winding up a few details. I know it kind of scares you when we plot plan things in your absence, but really, you have no part in these matters. Relax now. Have a martini oops! make it a Margarita then. I stand corrected.    

Sunday Selfie Forecast: Sunny with Fur 'Splosions

Om

Soulful Saturday

The Human was going to make this all arty, but I told her I thought I was arty enough all by myself, plus she's real lazy so she said, "You know, Spitty, you're right." 

All Work and No Play

You may not think this about me, but I love to play. It is my very favorite thing, even better than brushies. Now, yes, many of my blog pictures are of me being a stately grown-up Kitty-King with many impawtant responsibilities and deep thinkings and stuff, but honestly, if the Human were more dutiful, I would play with her all day long! Instead she tells me she has a 
j-o-b which brings in the Green Papers and stuff, so I need to be more patient and understanding. But Spitty has his limits, yes he does, and then he starts jumping up and biting her. Gently, of course.

Wordless Wednesday: Who Watches the Watchers?

UP&DOWN

First I was UP

But then I got DOWN

You can call me Jones, Dow Jones.

Pleased to meetcha.

Spitty's Playtime

I was having *SUCH* a good time I did not even notice the Human had the camera aimed in my direction.

It might be blurry, but it is my favorite picture the Human has ever taken of me.

Be Mine

Can you imagine what I am dreaming of?

Am I a Good Hider?

What? It's Caturday! 
Am I some kind of criminal for wanting a little alone time? You wouldn't even believe what a good boy I've been lately!

V Day - 3: Getting Ready

Hello Kitties,
Because Valentine's Day is a major holiday for Spittola, I am already hard at work summoning Cupid, Eros and their brethren to soften the hearts of Ladycats throughout the Land.

I need to rest between incantations of course, and it's so very pleasant here in the sun . . . y-a-w-w-w-n-n-n-n. Later, Girls.

Lent Vent

So today the Human explained that we are entering Lent which means *I* am supposed to give something up, or be merciful, or perform good deeds.

Well, I tell ya what, you can count me out of this season, Lady. Mardi Gras was one thing, but this Lent stuff is just not gonna be happening. 

But go ahead. Knock yourself out. I'll be watching.

Laissez les bons temps rouler

I was ambushed by Mardi Gras, Kitties. Actually, it wouldn't be so bad if there were a nice LadyCat to toss me some more beads. 

Position Available Immediately.

Apply within.

Salary negotiable.

Apparently

there were treats galore, but they was "not for the Kitty." 

What, I wonder, does that even mean?

Sunday Selfie: The Name is Butt, Bubble Butt

Can you even believe what happened when I set the timer to go off during my nap? Why, you'd almost think someHuman did this on porpoise! Surely my Mancatly Physique has not come to this, Kitties. Oh surely not!
And I'll take my Niptini shaken, not stirred.

Chillaxin'

On the other side of town (not so very far, either, as San Francisco is a tiny place), wild and crazy people are doing wild and crazy things. But not me and the Human. We are having a chill (but not chilly) Caturday and wondering how much energy to expend on cleaning up around here (A: Not very much). Hope all you Denver & Carolina fans are stocking up on brewskis and mixing up the guacamole! 

What the Heck Are You Doin'?

Whatever it is, please stop it right now and leave me in peace here on your comfy pillows. I'm busy furrin' 'em up real good, and you're distracting me from my work. Got it? Good. Now go find something else to do.

Portrait of the Blogger as a Hep Cat

I don't always post about biting the heads off QBs, but when I do I follow it up with a nice original art piece, hand-drawn by King P's Aiti (clickity), one of the Human's Besties. Don't I look fantastic? And, to complete the original portrait, my purple beddy, hand-crocheted by (you guessed it) the multi-talented Aiti. It's a good thing *someHuman* spoils me, Kitties, else I'd be biting heads off with abandon, one after another and nobody wants that. I thank you with enormous feline enthusiasm, Aiti, and I will send the Human out for a suitable frame once the Stupid Bowl is over.

He *Was* a Little Gristly

but I'm willing to suffer a little for Fellow Felines.

ManCat Monday: Rooting for the Panfurs

So, frankly, I'd kind of like to see Super Bowl City, but the Human says, "No chance, Spitty." She'll be glad when all the visitors are gone, but I dunno. I think they'd like me if they got to know me. Am I right?