Spitty's Spiffy Sunday Selfie

Newsflash: It was over 80° today. No, no, no, no, no!

Spitty has not approved such a$$hattery and wishes to file a complaint with the Proper Authorities. The Human says that is not her and really there is probably no one who can help me. That doesn't sound right, though, does it? 
Wasn't it that stoopy Apollo guy who drove the sun across the sky? He prolly has a cell number. Anybody got it? Maybe I could text him.

You Just Can't Trust a Human

 During spring break, I came to allow the Human unusual liberties. She was allowed some lap time, she was allowed to walk right up and pick me up, she suffered not a single wound. However, spring break came to a crashing halt last Monday. The rules have reverted to their usual state: Do not stalk me, do not pick me up, do not expect a warm welcome when you suddenly reappear after 10 hours. Got that? Color me suspicious.

Cleanliness Is Next to Codliness

Sometimes the Human offers to give me a Real Baff, but then she explains that it means putting my beautiful furry body in  water. ::shudder::

As if Spitty would ever do that!

This? She Walks Away from This Every Morning?

I really don't see how she can, do you?
I sat in the hallway this morning and gazed mournfully at her as she backed furtively through the door, ashamed.

As well she should be.

She told me tonight that tomorrow the drama class and the a cappella singers are having their spring performance and she will be staying at school till Cod only knows when. I will probably starve, right? 

But she'll have seen her show and so it will have all been worth it.

Ah, Those Were Fun Times Way Back during Easter Break . . . Yesterday

This looks like it might be fun.

It is! It *is* fun!

Sunday Selfie: So You Think You Need to Go Back to Work Tomorrow?

Because, really, you don't.

You can just stay home here with me all the time.

As I would prefer.

IKEA Cat

Some assembly required.

Mr. Manly ManCat

Now, ordinarily, my mancatliness is a matter taken for granted,

and I feel no need to comment upon it. However, today the Human

managed this additional close up (below) which wonderfully highlights

my very substantial, meaty upper arms. Spitty's got guns, Kitties.

Tuesday Trickery

This nice throw was a gift to the Human many, many moons ago (not to be confused with the most excellent blanket-size version Punapippuri sent us last fall).

We like our throw, but it is missing, oh, je ne sais quoi? There's a Tuxie, and a Calico, and a Meezer, and a Ginger, and a Tabby and a Whitester. But . . . but . . . well, surely you see the glaring omission. 

Cat by a Hot Tin Radiator

These gray and rainy skies are signs that Spring has not Sprung. However, the chill in the air has motivated the Human to turn on the radiators and me to take up The Position directly in front of it.

Do I not look adorable?

Hoppy Easter, Efurrybody!

                       We hope you have an eggsciting and eggstraordinary and eggscellent 
                       day filled with good times and good noms!

Exciting Times!

Kitties, I know I may not *look* excited, but believe me, this is as worked up as I get these days, ha ha meow.

Yes, Spring Break has sprung and perhaps it is time for my Christmas Blanket to be put away. The Human should be doing lots of chores for me in the next 10 days. 

Starting tonight.

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday

One more sleep and wake-up and the Human will be on Easter Break, midday tomorrow till the 24th. Just imagine what I can demand she do for me!

My Patented Two-Way Stretch

Yes, you Loyal Readers know I have a fetching two-part stretch 

that the Human mocks me for, saying I am a freak of nature. 

What care I for her opinion of my ManCatly habits? 

I frowed up a furball and some kibble on the rug today. 

If she'd been nicer to me I would've tried harder to make it to the kitchen.

Sunday Snacktime Selfie

I dunno what putrid Fancy Feast flavor the Human tried to pawn off as breakfast this morning, but Uh-uh, no-how, no-way was Yours Truly going to consume even a morsel. Finally, around 3:00 p.m. the Old Bat took pity on me and opened a new can. If she cared at all, that would've happened like seven hours ago.

I wonder how long you are expected to starve and suffer before your Human replaces the poisonous offering with something more to your liking? Is there a rule?

Peaceable King(dom)

It is Caturday. The rain has let up. I am warm, well-fed & brushed. The Human is home. 
Is this the Complaint Apocalypse?

OMC!

I was *just* emerging from the transporter when the Human 
snapped this photo! One second earlier and my hindquarters might 
have been left behind at -- oops! Almost gave away a tad too much 
information there, didn't I? What a close call!

(Sort of) Thankful Thursday

The Human has Spring Break coming right up (they have a half day on Thursday, April 13, and then she is officially on vacation till April 24). That is 11 whole days (I am excellent at counting.)
She has promised me that this break will not follow the pattern of previous vacations when I have been shunted aside,  abandoned for days & days while she goes and has funtimes with her other friends. Oh no, she is staying right here with me even if I have to sink every one of my 18 claws into her. See? There's that counting thing again.

Tuesday Top Cat

You really think I'm gonna let that mutton on the hoof 

hog the spotlight on my blog? Phfffft. It is to laugh, Kitties.

Baa Baa Black (White) Sheep (Lambie)

The Human struck gold this weekend when a friend who is redecorating offered her this really, really, really adorable* quilt.

* Now, Spitty knows what you're thinking, Kitties: How can anything that isn't one of US be "adorable," and to be honest, you're absolutely right. If this were a kitty, it would be adorable³, no question about it. But for a Lambie, he's pretty cute.






N.B. What's doubly insulting about this is that it's an "art quilt." And what the Sam Hill is that, I want to know! The only use of a quilt I can think of is to lie about on it and squirm and fur it all up real good, till it's nice and comfy and smells just right. I mean, what do I get from staring at it hanging on a wall?

Sunday Selfie Sunbaff

Nuffing like a good Spring Cleaning on a sunny Sunday. Makes a Boy feel fresh & feisty.

Open Wiiiiiiiiiiide Now

It wasn't very tasty, though.