Tuesday, May 31, 2016

A Tiny Blogcation/On Strike!

Apparently, now that the Human is older than the earth, she can no longer keep up with both my blog and paltry matters such as final exams, Baccalaureate Mass, and graduation.

Honestly, she grows less competent by the week.

But since she controls the keyboard (and curses to Whoever was responsible for that), I must needs acquiesce.

Or so she thinks. *I*, my furry friends, am officially On Strike. I like the sound of that, don't you?

See you Caturday. If I feeeeel like it, that is. And my demands have been met. 

Perhaps, if you like, you could leave some likely demands in the comments? Or raise a paw in solidarity. That's good too.

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Sunday Selfie: A Pause for Paws

I was feeling a little shy today (ha ha ha--as if!) so I am kind of hiding in my Sunday Selfie . . . 
but I am still enchanting.

Right? Right?

Saturday, May 28, 2016

Caturday at Last: Chillin' Like a Villain

Yes, the glorious weekend has finally arrived, with pleasant weather, time for nappies, prompt meal service, and playtimes on demand. There is some work to be done, but apparently no lengthy absences, whether work-related or social in nature, and no intruders in sight. Ahhhh, Life Is Good.

Friday, May 27, 2016


Happy Friday, Kitties!

It is the long weekend and I do believe I have my Human almost entirely to myself. I am napping extra hard so as to be well-rested for the many, many demands I intend to place upon her. 

Beginning with regular mealtimes!

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Adventures in Half Moon Bay

So the Human and her friend went to this nice little restaurant bar bar and restaurant. They had some nice cocktails and some delicious food. Nothing was brought to me however, so I cannot personally testify to the deliciousness.

She kinda wanted to look at buy this stripey vase at some fancy expensive little glass shoppe but unfortunately the shoppe was closed.
I went down there today while she was at work and looked things over. But she hadn't left me green papers or any little plastic cards. Hush now! Spitty don't shoplift!

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Spitty Disapproves
of Your Tomfoolery

and wonders why his foods have not yet been prepared for him.

What is this "out" you speak of?

Did it result in something being brought home for the kitty?


Spitty rests his case. He will have nothing further to say until his nutritional needs have been met.

Monday, May 23, 2016

Sayonara, Little Snakey

We'll have such fun in the tunnel, don't you think? Don't be scared now. I'll take care of you.

Sunday, May 22, 2016

Sunday Selfie: Cuddly Cuddleman Cuddles Up

For a limited time only: Now with Extra Cuddles
I will even burrow my furry little head 
into the crook of her arm. When I cuddle, I cuddle hard.

Saturday, May 21, 2016

                         Caturday Morning Playtimes!

For once, the Human was a very satisfactory 
playmate, and for once, she played with me 
for as long as *I* wanted her to.

Friday, May 20, 2016

Like the Great Greta Garbo . . .






*Well, until it's time for my dinner anyway.

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Spitty-the-Good-Kitty Wants to Know:

Are you a member of the Clean Plate Club?

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Tucked-Away Tuesday

Here I was, all tucked away quietly in the bottom of my little blue cat tree, when in waltzes the Human singing, "Oh, Spiiiiiiitttty, where are you?" Well, honestly, what am I supposed to say to *that*? She has eyes and all. So I just kept snoozing as she strolled from room to room, searching in all the usual places. Her voice took on a slightly more frantic edge with each passing minute, but Come on!--she's a Human and aren't they supposed to be the ones with the Big Brains and all? She found me eventually.
Oh, and could that be a claw?

Monday, May 16, 2016

Monday, Monday


Monday, Monday, can't trust that day
Monday, Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh Monday mornin' you gave me no warnin' of what was to be
Oh Monday, Monday, how could you leave and not take me?

But she DID, Kitties, she DID leave and not take me. Just like every Monday! As soon as we spend a weekend's worth of companionable time together, napping and talking and snacking, out the door she goes just like she doesn't care about me AT ALL.

Sunday, May 15, 2016

                           Sunday Selfie: Straw-Hat Seaside Sunshine

Buenas días, mis amigos! Me gusta estar en la playa. 

Pero . . .  me gustaría tener una hermosa gata a visitarme aquí.....

Saturday, May 14, 2016

No Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval for My Human

Honestly, what is this pile of cr@p that I am endeavoring to ignore? As if as her bad housekeeping hasn't been sufficiently exposed on the blog of late!

But really, since it's here, I feel duty-bound as a feline to explore. 

And Lo! The fevvers missing from the wand toy I 
complained about just the other day.
Along with 703 other things of no use to me.

Friday, May 13, 2016

It's Prom Night . . .

and I refused to be anybody's date.

Napping is so much more fun. I guess the Human thinks so too, 'cause she got out of going also.

Happy Friday the 13th!

Thursday, May 12, 2016

2001: The Truth About My Blog Posts

Some of you were so nice as to gush a bit over our reaching 2000 posts yesterday, but here's the real troof, no lie:
Most days, we only post a single picture and a couple of silly sentences. There are many of you who  tell real stories, and impawtant stories, and use your blog to make the world a better place for Humans and animals alike. We admire you a whole lot!  Maybe someday when the Human stops this w-o-r-k-i-n-g stuffs, we can be better bloggers. But she says I should just shut my tuna hole and stop complaining so much and be grateful* I has this little blog at all. Now, ordinarily, I would pay little-to-no attention to her chatterings but she did look rather cross so I decided I will stop meowing for today.

                                                                                                                *As if! What self-respecting feline is ever grateful to a Human?

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

The Beast Waits Patiently

cradling the wounded wand toy that the foolish Human ripped the fevvers out of. And look! I ended a sentence with a preposition.
She says the fevver thing was an accident.

Plus, messy.

Plus, Pawty Like It's 1999 . . . more mañana!

Monday, May 9, 2016

I Think Nosy Is Much Too Harsh a Word

for the vigilant watch I keep over the neighbors and their strange doings.

Pigeons and dogs and drunk people and crazy park-dwellers stumble their way past my windows, making me appreciate the Old Bat
--but don't tell her. I have a reputation to uphold.

Sunday, May 8, 2016

Still Life with Cat and Mousie
and Cord and Most Favoritest Toy

Hi Kitties, The Human caught me in a moment of wild abandon with my Best Blue Ball that The Cat on My Head sent me a couple of years ago. I don't know what's in it, and neither does the Human, but I have never loved anything as much as I love this ball. It sings a Siren Song to me that I cannot resist. See how poor mousie is back there, all alone? He never had a chance, Kitties.

Saturday, May 7, 2016

Sunday Selfie: Spitty Confesses

After some fruitless pleading to post last night, today I cuddled up with her for a nice afternoon nap (a recent behavior that is most excellent for bending the Human to my will). 
You will perhaps be disappointed in me to learn that I have given in to this shameless Human-pleasing, kiss-up behavior, but honestly, the Humans do produce a very satisfying amount of body heat. 
Why let it go to waste?

P.S.  I am being allowed fine dining on the dining room table because of a persistent ant invasion. If she puts my food on the floor, it seems to attract about 9 squillion of the little beasts. Apparently the table is to them what Everest is to the Humans. Also, as much as I would like to think of the cheap plastic tray from Tar-jay as an enhancement of my dining experience, in reality it is there because the Human finds it easier to cope with my rather, shall we say, flingtastic? eating habits.  But yes, I do have the luxury of eating at my leisure as there is no competition for my noms (well, except the ants).

Thursday, May 5, 2016

Spitty Has Supper

I didn't *quite* finish my breakfast but I got my new dinner foods anyway. I did eat almost all of my crunchies. I think she should have removed my breakfast plate before serving dinner, and refilled the crunchies, but honestly this food is so delicious I don't even care that the service only merited a C-. No tip tonight, though.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Thlurpity-Thlurp Thursday

Yes, I *do* remember I had a baff just last Sunday. But a boy can never be too clean, can he?

Especially not when he might possibly be expecting a LadyCat caller sometime very soon.

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

You Has a Closet

Would you like me 
to show you 
how to use it?

As it happens,
I have a few minutes
right now.

Monday, May 2, 2016


The Human just spent 49-1/2 minutes trying to get this little black speckly effect to work and in the end she had to do it in the most inefficient and WRONG way possible, and it's not even worth it cause she used such a bad picture to begin with. Cute speckly frames ain't never going to make a bad picture better. 

You'd think she would've learned that lesson by now, huh?

Well, I look grumpy enough for both of us.

Sunday, May 1, 2016

                     Splish-Splash! I Was Takin' My Baff

Cleanliness is next to Kingliness in my book. 
And what kitty would not agree with that?