Someone Demanded Proof

Yes, cough, cough, I see you over there in Finland(N), chortling into your lakka about my advancing years.

And I do have some silver threads among the ebon; I am quite proud of them, too, as they indicate my growing wisdom and maturity. I am a teenager now (13, to be precise) and unlike Humans of that callow age, I am a venerable elder, to be listened to and obeyed.

Got that?

Grumpier Than Thou, Grumpy Cat

And with good reason too. It is the Week of Abandonment (aka "Graduation")
and You-Know-Royal-Who has slipped down on the list of priorities. Oh yes,
I get *fed,* and sometimes she waves as she breezes through.
She says that's as good as it will get until Caturday. A Boy could expire from loneliness by then, surely. Well, perhaps not. I am good company for myself.

Sunday Selfie: Spitty Is Shy

Fevverus Interruptus

I loves my fevver but I also loves to be fresh and fragrant.

Sometimes it's quite the dilemma.

Fee Fi Fo Fum . . . Filoli!

While I enjoyed a nice afternoon nap on Wednesday, the Human and her friend drove down to a WWI-vintage country estate on the Peninsula called Filoli*, which is now part of The National Trust for Historic Preservation. They toured the fancy old house and wandered through the formal gardens, which are filled with . . . um . . . some things the Humans call Art. Uh-huh. Okay. Why not?

Like this for instance. We think the name of this piece is Worst Nightmare of the Trout Towne Tabbies, mwah hah hah. Apparently the actual title is "Searching," and it can be yours for $6500.  Anyone? Anyone? 

Right. We didn't think so.

*The rather odd name of the place came from three words in the original owner's credo: Fight for a just cause; Love your fellow man; Live a good life. All right, we can cosign onto that.

Pooping Out Pinkie?

I was feeling all warm and stretchy and relaxed when suddenly the Human said, "Spitty! Did you eat Pinkie and poop him out again?"

"Of course not," I replied indignantly.

But really, so what if I had?

What business is it of hers?

I'm All Tuckered Out

from Katie Isabella's Board Meeting this afternoon.

It was brutal. 

I think some kitties' Human staff got fired.

In other news, the Human wanted to get

all artsy early this morning so she took

this picture with her phone cause she liked the foggy

gray skies with the little dots of sun, but in the picture

it just looks like smoke. But it wasn't.

I think she needs a new hobby.

I Rest My Case

1. Not my fault.

2. Not my fault.

3. Not my fault.

4. Not my fault.

Sunday Selfie: This Is My Life Now

Yes, Kitties, it has come to this. I must needs nap away my days, starving, unloved and unplayed-with* as the Human spends all her waking hours and what little energy she possesses at her advanced age at her loathesome (to me) j-o-b. Oh, she talks a good game ("It'll be summer soon, Spitty, and we'll have a good time then, Spitty"), but I have excellent reason to be skeptical. Promises are cheap and follow-through far from guaranteed. At least she *was* helping me post, till last Tuesday, that is. Then even my single line to the outside world was unceremoniously severed. Oh, the Humanity! It's an outrage is what it is.

* Okay, maybe not starving.

In the Grand Tradition of

James & the Giant Peach, we present 
Spitty and His Late-Night Snack

Huddling Up

Some days, I find it's best to just burrow into my comfy cave and tune out the tumult and the shouting of the Human world and its "news bulletins."

If they actually mean something, they'll still be there tomorrow, and if they don't, best not to hear them and fret unnecessarily. And honestly, is necessary fretting even a thing? I think not.

Sunday Selfie: Sleepytimes Spitty

Lullaby and good night 
Now the daytime is over

You wouldn't think I'd like the Human to sing to me, but I do.

And . . .
Happy Mother's Day to Moms of all kinds, including the Human's beloved Mom and Grandma across the Bridge.

I Feel G-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-d

                        Please, can it be playtimes now? You're late.

Purry Purry Blurry

 

It's a happy soothing sound that the Humans 

cannot make because they are not worthy.

All Right, Mr. DeMille, I'm Ready for My Close-Up

If the l-a-z-y Human would paint my hideous-but-beloved radiator, 

you too could gaze upon the Object of my Worship.

The King in His Natural Habitat

Please note the Royal Blankie has lived to see another day, 

and a Golden Glow seems to be radiating from my nether regions.

The Light at the End of the Tunnel

Just because my Human is too busy lazy to help me visit my friends lately 

doesn't mean I can't go traveling on my own.

Sunday Selfie: Always Up on the 411

Who needs Hoodline when I can see all the neighborhood misbehavior 
I want from the comfort of my little purple beddy? Also, please note 
the fetching little paw today. Is it not très charmant?

And Now for Something Completely Different

May the Fourth Be With You

I'm just waiting on the Millennium Falcon to drop by and scoop me up. I'm certain
Han & Chewy will let me bring my blankie.

Christmas in May

Last December, the Swiss Cats sent me all sorts of Very Fine Presents, among them this Christmas Blanket, to which I have become irrationally* attached (*the Stoopy Human's term, not mine, I hasten to assure you).
A few weeks ago, she threatened to "put it away" to which I said, "Go ahead. I dare you."

Q.E.D.  Heh, heh.

Glorious MayDay

Happy Spring to All Creatures Great and Small. It's time for window whiffies and electric fans. It was over 80° again today, but not for long and the temp is dropping fast (sorries East Bay neighbors). Life is good again.