Le Selfie du Dimanche: Laissez Les Bon Temps Rouler

Or maybe it's Laissez rouler les bon temps, as the French teacher at the Human's school says. Either way, it works for me. As you can see, we had a wee bit of sun today, and I thought the fevver a festive addition for almost Mardi Gras. I have missed all my furiends, but the Human is moving apace into recovery mode and perhaps our little heads will pop up more often in the coming week. Man, she was sick, though.  Lordy, lordy, lordy.

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Hi Kitties, Humans and Other Creatures:

The Human has been Down For The Count, as they say, basically since Valentine's Day, She made her return debut at her job today (and wasn't that a pretty thing? not) and feels that a two-day work week was just about the right re-entry speed. Absent major or minor relapses, she tells me we should reappear along about Sunday Selfie time.

This illustration she oh-so-carefully borrowed from Creative Commons (requiring as it said "no attribution" but we're scared anyway, so here) is far too youthful and flattering, but does reflect the general ambiance in Casa Spittola for the past 10 days or so.  Humans. Such a bunch of whiners.

Sickly Sunday Selfie: Row, Row, Row Your Boat . . .

Gently down the streets.

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily

As raindrops turn to sheets.

Nurse, Day 3

Just how long can I be expected to put up with this?

[Ed. says:] Spitty is a bad nurse. Since I am home he wants to play all the time and when I don't want to, he bites me and/or sinks a claw or three into my leg.

This picture is from Wednesday, when we had sun. Now it is cold and stormy again. Not my fault. I'm a better nurse when it's warm.

Spitty on the Job

Yeah, yeah, all right. Gimme a break. 

I slept with her for 4.5 hours when she came back from teaching her class at about 9:30. Isn't that good enough?

Am I supposed to make her soup and ice water and bring her Ibuprophen and cough syrup?

I mean, there's nuffing wrong with her feet. She can get that stuff her own self.

Also, good thing the drought's over because when she got up from her endless nappy, she took a 25-minute shower in very hot water. I did not join her there, however.

Love Poem! And Useless Human

My darling Iza-Lambie of Mark's Mews won a prize for her lovely poem to me ::blush::  The contest was sponsored by the Noir Kitty Mews. You can find them and Iza's sweet poem at Noir Kitty Mews

TO MY DEAREST LOVE, SPITTIKINS 

How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways…

I love thee as
I love my meals
Warm and soft.

I love thee as
I love my rattley toys,
Noisey and whappable.

I love thee as
I love a warm pillow
Soft and quiet.

I love thee as
Birdie TV
And Fishie TV
And Skwerl TV.

I love thee as
My Protector
In the Halloween Adventure.

I love thee as
Dearly as the deer
Graze on the hostas
And Azaleas in the front yard.

I love thee as
My meals
My litterbox when it is clean
And the warm waterbed.

I love thee as
The birdies that hit our deck door
And wait for me to get out there.

And I love thy
Furs of deepest Black
Shining eyes
Claws of sharp,
And deepest mancat mystery…

In my thoughts
And in my dreams,
Thee constant comes
And in between
I dream of thee

In fact, and I’ll say this my King,
I even did this TWICE
Cuz the first version got deleted
When TBT furgot to save!

Thank you my Iza-Lambie! I've never received a poem like this. You are both beautiful and multi-talented.  

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And now . . . for Useless Human chat. She came home from work today all sick and sore-throated and headachy and coughing and drippy-nosed.  Frankly, it was disgusting. But she insists that she must Take to Her Bed, and probably there'll be no more cooperation this evening. So again, Happy Valentine's Day and we lubs you all a whole lot.

Happy Valentine's Day!

PeeEss:

Yesterday afternoon, the Human thought it would be funny to put a red heart sticker on the top of my furry little heady and take a Valentine's Day picture for the blog. UT-OH!

Nope nope nope nope nope! I completely FREAKED OUT and went running and rubbing, and rubbing and running, to get this THING off my head. I was desperate to rid myself of this device of TORTURE. I cried and howled and hid and howled. 

I finally managed to remove it (no thanks to you-know-who) and gave it a really good BITEY. The Human stuck it on the computer screen before she took a picture so you could see the holes real good. 

That sticker was a Bad Hombre.

Sunday Selfie: Please Feed Me, Play With Me, Brush Me, Cuddle Me

And in return, I won't bite you in your sleep.

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?

I'm talking to you, Human. C'mon now, it's Cuddle Time.

You know you want it.

Besides, it's Caturday and, really, what else do you have to do?

I Heard There Was a Famous Book About Me

The Human says it is French and called Le Rouge et le Noir. I think it should really be Le Noir et le Rouge, don't you? Apparently it's about someone who got himself guillotined or whatever. I think the Human has been watching too much Game of Thrones is what I think. They didn't exactly have a guillotine, but it seems to me a whole lot of peoples lose their heads anyway. I'm planning to keep mine.

Yahoo!

Here's lookin' at you, Kids!

I think the other end might be
more interesting.

Poof!

Going . . .

. . . going . . .

. . . gone!

Fishie Lubz, Part Deux

In which HRH Spitty I reveals plenty, and 
I mean plenty, of hot pink tongue action. 
It's the best! It's yuuuuuuuge!
Really, you've never seen anything like it.

Sunday Selfie: Neighborhood Watchcat Has a Typist

And we're posting your shenanigans on NextDoor and Hoodline.

Gone Fishing

Some days the Human comes through with the good playtimes right when I'm in the mood for them. (Not often enough, of course.)

This Magic Fishie came years ago from my Finnish (Fishish) Fellow Royal, Punapippuri.

It's not often that a toy retains its allure over so many moons, but this little guy lets me catch and kill him over and over and over again.


It's a gosh-darn miracle is what it is.

Friday Night Fights

Round One:  A Draw

Hey! It's Not My Fault

if the Human was too lazy to make the bed before she left for work this morning. 

I'm too little to pull all the covers into place and shove the whole bed around to get to the window side. 

And honestly, you know I wouldn't do it even if I were big enough!

I Am Black Wind, DireKitty to the Human

This is my kill. Now, on Game of Thrones, you might expect a Direwolf to share his kill with Robb or Sansa or Jon Snow, but I am not some smarmy, Human-protecting wolf. I am Kitty, and I look out for myself.

If Winter is coming, I will be ready. She has the thumbs and the Big Brain. Let her catch her own toy.