Sunday Selfie: Sleepy Slumberland

The Human says I'm her little Muffin Man today. 

::eye roll::

Well, I am fast asleep so her baby talk embarrasses only her.

The Good Boy

Spittola is DispleaseD that some of you do not consider him a candidate for the sobriquet "Good Boy."  He'll be visiting you later to set you straight. Best be prepared.

Feelin' Groovy

Slow down! I was movin' too fast.
I had to make the funtimes last.
Just kicking 'round my favorite toys,
Looking for fun and bein' a good boy!

I See What You Did There

and I am shocked, I tell you, shocked! It is truly appalling what people decide to do out there on the public sidewalk. 

They prance around half-naked (and believe me, Kitties, they don't look half as good as we do in their birfday suits), their eyes glaze over as they babble into some tooth in their ear (and WTF is *that* about? I mean, it doesn't look anything like any toof I ever saw), and they leave a trail of ashes and paper and spittle and masticated rubber behind them. Really, they're disgusting.

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday

I'm in a grayish, semi-Black&White kind of mood.

I see a little silhouetto of a man(cat)

Scaramouche, scaramouche, 
will you do the fandango?

Tardy Sunday Selfie:Purrfect Contentment

My furs was on fire, Kitties, and I was roasting at 325° till I was positively toothsome!

Now This Is More Like It

Okay, Human, now you're remembering how to properly entertain the kitty. More, please.

What. A. Week.

This little kitty has had it. First, there were a HUNDRED days when some weird Intruder was staying here and refused to leave (did I mention I sharpened my claws on the blow-up bed? Yeah, those things are tougher than they look). 

Then after he finally evaporated on Tuesday, I thought things would go back to normal around here. But Nooooooooooooo. The Human left at 6:30 a.m. Wednesday morning and did not return until the outrageous hour of 8:00 p.m.! Oh yeah, she said she was at a job fair, trying to scrape up some teachers* for her school. Maybe.

And then, last night, I thought surely, surely she will come home on time, and feed me, and cuddle me and brush me, and give me playtimes. Surely! Alas, my hopes were dashed yet again as she just waltzed right off to the a cappella concert and drama production at school where she already spends like 50 hours a week. 

Honestly, Human, do you hate me now or something? Am I not your Fluffy Good Boy anymore?

* BTW, anyone the least bit interested in being a teacher: You Will Find a Job Waiting Just for You Here in the City by the Bay. Schools are desperate. Seriously. Desperate.

Ding Dong, Our 'Guest' Is Gone!

A big flying metal tube sucked him up and took him away. And not a moment too soon, either. Better for both of us not to find out what came after hisses. Am I right?

One More Night

Step Right Up forStupid Human Sunday

Hello, Kitties and Humans! Examine the above picture carefully. Do you see anything amiss? Take your time, now.

Spitty will hum a little tune as he waits.

Time's up!  Yes, now you see it: A Stoopy Human (and really, is there any other kind?) drove his car right into the Santa Cruz marina as the Human and her equally ancient boy cousins enjoyed their brunch.

The Stoopy Humans and their dog had *just* enough sense to escape the car before it sank.

The Intruder Is Coming

I don't really think I am hiding well enough, do you kitties?

He's bound to see me.

Note to self: You have claws.

Use them.

Today, We Are

Why Don't You Come Up

and see me sometime? This picture is from a few days ago when it was warmer, but the cool weather has made snuggling even more desirable, est-ce pas?

I Was Feeling the Tiniest Bit Chilly

So the Human provided a wee blanket (all right, yes; it was a towel) to keep out the colds. I was grateful and purred nicely for her. It didn't hurt that she sprinkled a little 'Vine in my purple beddy.

I Was Looking Out the Window and Then I Decided to Ignore Her

She said I looked like a camel.

Only a single-hump one though.

Sunday Selfie: All Systems Go

I may *look* like I'm just lollygagging around here in my tunnel, but in reality I am powering up for transport.
Are you ready for me?

Floppy Friday

So here I am all comfy-cozy, looking forward to the weekend.

Which is supposed to be rainy  ' ' '  ϟ ' ' '

Gloryowski!









N.B. to My Friend, Miss Megan:  The Human wishes me to point out that not *every* room looks like the dining room.  Yet.

This'n'That

It was 90-freaking-degrees here in the City by the Bay yesterday! 90! Can you even imagine the horror? Well, to be fair, I imagine many of you can. Maybe even worser than 90. But I bet you has air conditioning, don't you? 'Fess up, now; Spitty knows all your secrets.

Now on to the real reason you stopped by today:

Yes, the Human purchases compressed air by the six-pack at Costco. There are two reasons for this:

1)  Elsewhere (yes, BestBuy we're talking to you), the Human pays $7.99 for two cans. At Costco, she picked these babies up for a grand total of $14.00. Can't beat it with a stick, as the Humans say when they think they're being witty ::eye roll::

2) The Human often eats random meals at the computer, and while she is ultra-careful with liquids, crunchy and /or crumby things often decorate the laptop keyboard. Phsssssssssssssssssssssssss and they're gone!

Okay, once in a great while (Like every day --Ed.) a few of my most delightful furs might also find their way atop/beside/under the computer.

So what?

For Your Edification

                                 Champagne from   Compressed air from      Christmas                          Beer

                                 New Year's              last week's Costco trip      present

                             Slightly out of date grass          Candleholders                  Outrageous gray spot
                                                                                   from Christmas  2014                      

Well, These Fevvers Were Fun.

Now bring me the head of Alvin 
the Chipmunk.

On a platter.



With extra chutney.






And a few toofpicks for later.

The Back of Disrespect

She has earned this for so many reasons today!

Let me count the ways:

1)  She went back to work! Gone 11 hours. Not even an "I'm sorry, Spitty."

2) The picture is blurry and she was too lazy to take another.

3) She did not Photoshop the embarrassing  little gray spot on my tailio! Which by the way leads me to . . .

                                                                  4)  She cut OFF my tailio!

Shunday Shelfie: Shhhhhhhhhh

She'll hear us.

And we really can't have that, can we?

Look innocent, Guys.

Caturday Comfertabuls

I'm thinking of listing the Purple Beddy on Airbnb. I think elebenty dollars a day sounds about right, double with me included.

Spitty Is Spectral

                Nah, I'm just hidin' out till April Fool's is over!