Saturday Snack Time

So, Human, you gonna make me open this myself? I mean, I let you go to your stoopy j-o-b on a Caturday, for Bast's sake.

You owe me.

Alrighty, then. That's more like it. ::nomnomnom::

Cat on an Empty Blue Pillow

Hot cat is hot.

Long cat is long.

Long, hot cat seems . . . lonely.

Sunday Selfie: Good Things . . .

. . . come in 
small 
furry 
packages.

SLWVDT*

*Still Life With Very Dirty Table

(Can you guess whose chore the dusting is?)

(I assure you the name does not begin with an "S".)

(Just sayin'.)

It's a Miracle

Miracle One:  She came home right after school--before 4:00!

Miracle Two: She said she'd play with me!

Miracle Three: She did play with me!

Post-School Chatting with the Human

Why yes, I am fascinated by what you're telling me . Please go on . . . 

Oh. Apparently I wasn't nearly as interested as I thought. You can stop now.

But thanks for the nice petting.

Aaaarrrrgggghhhh, Me Mateys!

Which way be north again? I need t' kidnap a navigator.

A lady navigator!

Sunday Selfie: I'm All About the Dots

I am hanging out on the quilt the Human bought not long ago because I think it looks really nice with my furs.

Don't worry, Ms. Stacy, we do not love it as much as the one YOU made.

But the dots? Well, I am just a leeetle bit fond of dem. Yes, I am. 

Is There Some Nice LadyCat Who's Up for a Game of Twister?

Front paw on orange. Got it.  Next?

Really?

You expect me to eat leftover breakfast foods 

for dinner? All right, I guess. But what kind of repast is that?

Okay, now there ya go. That's more like it.

And just look at my whisker!

Aww, Look at the Cute Woofie

This is our loyal friend and Viceroy, Jane, and her dad Harry.

She's so sweet & adorable. But I could totally take her, don't you think?

92° in the Shade

The Human says I should look at those 
poor people in Texas and Florida and shut 
my piehole* and count my blessings.

But I don't think it is really in the nature 
of The Kitty to do that, right?







*Fish-hole

Sunday Selfie: Chair Fun

The very best thing about this chair is stealth-whapping the Human as she passes by. 
Oh, c'mon! You know you'd do it too!

Caturday Communication

WT(Actual)F?

This is how I found him when I came home this afternoon.

Then I came into the dining room and found broken glass from a candle holder he'd whapped off a table all over the floor.

I guess he was plumb wore out.




(Oh, by the way, eventually she inspected me to make sure I wasn't bleeding or nuffing. Took her long enough, though. ~S-t-K)

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday

Sometimes I sits and I thinks,
and sometimes I just sits.  
~W. the P.

(Belated) Sunday Selfie: Whisker-Boy Endures the Hots

It was 82 here today. Better. But still unacceptable.

The acceptable temperature range for His Majesty is 55-68.

I expect my preferences will be duly noted for tomorrow.

We're Having a Heat Wave . . .

My Caturday Afternoon

The more time I can spend unconscious, 

the less I think about how murderously 

hot it is.

Caturday Night Party

The nice people upstairs moved their little Pawty

 to the sidewalk  outside our building's front door. 

You gotta do what you gotta do. 

And look! There's even a PortaPotty!

(And no, it's not raining (we wish!). Our window is dirty.)

(And yes, we did feel a little sneaky taking this picture.)

The Ninth Third Circle

The Human had the good sense to bring home the Big Fan from her office at school.
But it's not enough, Kitties, not nearly enough.

P.S. On Caturday:  But hey! No worries! 
Our 110° only feels like 108°!