A Study In Scarlet

The Human says I look a leetle, uh, well, "demonic" was the word she used. 

I think she's just angling to get me to let her put my red blankie away till Christmas. 

But really, I kind of think it's a compliment. Don't you?

Invisibilia

Do you see me? Good. I thought not.

Tummy-Rubbin' Tuesday

If there isn't a (real) picture, It.Didn't.Happen.

Approaching His Majesty

This is best accomplished from a lowly position. Like kneeling. Or bowing deeply. Or both.

ManCat Monday

After my long hike earlier, I had to get in a restorative nap. I allowed the Human to admire my beautiful paws and even take a picture of them.  You know, just to get the week off to a good start.

Sunday Selfie: A Sunday Stroll

"I'd like to take a little stroll on that sunny windowsill . . . 

but I think I'll take the long way around. Okay by you?  BRB."

Friday Fun with the English Teacher

So this morning the Human stopped at the Starbucks in the Diamond Heights Safeway on her way to work. While waiting for her latte, she found herself perusing this sign, which reads:

Please do not pour the coffee into the suger continer, 
thank you for the coorporation.
                            coopration
                            cooperation.

Now, kudos to the author for doggedly pursuing the correct spelling of that tough word, cooperation.

However, the effort involved was sadly undermined by the wrongly-spelled suger and continer, and the run-on sentence (specifically a comma splice, in which a comma serves as an ineffectual substitute for a period or semicolon).

All in all, there were four errors in a sign containing 15 words, for a grade of 73%. She will grant a 7% bump for correcting cooperation, bringing the total to 80%, but deduct 2% for not recopying the sign, and another 2% for the capricious use of random capital letters (e.g., Do), bringing the final grade to 76%, a C. 

But in her heart, that 76% really represents an F because, truly, the allowable number of mistakes in a 15-word sign is none.

Sometimes a Great Notion

requires such deep thought I don't have the meows to even explain it. Food is the best thing in the universe. Or maybe a nap is. Or brushies. Or maybe my Human is. Maybe I need some sleep
--as I can feel my thoughts slipping toward delusional.

Mmmmm, Delicious Wheat Grass

And on the good coffee table, too. Nice and close 

to my Nap Tower. It's just purrfect.

Napping Style Points

Gently tilted head:
9/10

Curled front paw:
10/10

Dangly back leg:
9/10

Tailio tuck:
8/10

Tidy fit on platform:
10/10


Nap Style Score: 46/50

Sunday Selfie: Only 16 Minutes Left!

OMC, Kitties!  It's 11:44 p.m. and I can't miss another Sunday!

Misty May will worry I don't love her anymore.

I think I'll make it! Uh-oh: 13 minutes! Hope all 
the Daddio's--feline and 
Human--had a great day!

She's Obsessed, I Tell You

Still, these are fine close-ups of my mighty paws doing one of the things they do best.

All Summer in a Day

So, it was sunny and kind of warm today instead of windy and drippy and gray. I quite enjoyed myself, basking in the warms and poking holes in the curtains (So what? They were tiny ones!)

It's a Bird . . . It's a Plane . . . It's My Human!

She's back. Finally.

For weeks and weeks days and days, it's been wedding-this and wedding-that, and at long last all the events are over, the deed is done and the niece is a married lady and off cavorting with The Husband in Montreal.

All of this was of no concern to me, but it is good to have the Human at my beck and call again. Really, I never think it is acceptable for her attention to be elsewhere. 

Amirite?

#FlashBackFriday

                 Remember that time last February when Mickey came to visit?

Thinking On Thursday

Thinking is something

I usually save up

for the weekend,

but I figured,

Why not get some

in early and

then I can

nap right on 

through Caturday?

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday

Most things look better when you put them in a circle.

Spittola/Spittoon

   First cousins

Once removed.
   Or maybe twice.

Sunday Selfie: Please Don't Try to Hug Me

I know it's Hug Your Cat Day, and I know how much you want--nay, need--to do it. 
But could you at least wait till later when I'm more in the mood?

Now You See It, Now You Have to Look for It

No, not me, Sillies, my furry toy! It's there, even in the last shot. I am just keeping it safe.