A Boy Needs His Leafy Greens

In the One True Sign that spring is 

finally almost sprung, I give you 

this fine film. It's a travesty that it 

wasn't nom-inated, you know?

Howdy Pardner

This ole city slicker's 'bout to wet his whistle with some moonshine and then find Stampo and rustle us up a plan to skedaddle and find us a new spread somewhere right nice. 

Mebbe a dude ranch?

FurSplosion

Honestly, sometimes I feel like I'm dragging around 
a couple of Pomeranians.

Sunday Selfie with Stampo

My beloved Stampo (What big eyes you have, Little Buddy!) was sent to live with me by the Late, Great Punapippuri, King Kitty Cat of Finland(N), a great friend and Fellow Royal. We still misses him something fierce. But Stampo comforts me. He's a fun little guy.

Big Boy Bafftime

Well, would you look at me. Getting all clean and shiny. Could I be expecting a Lovely LadyCat visitor? I don't know. You tell me.

Sunday Selfie: Purrfect Circle

There's really never been anything like my purple beddy. Such a perfect fit. Such a delightfully royal color. So round and firm and fully-packed.

Lullaby and Good Night

So . . . the Human bought this nice, soft, velvety blanket for herself. But honestly, did she think The King was going to sit idly by while she enjoyed it?  It is to laugh!
This delightfully soft and flattering backdrop was designed to show off my best feature, my ebony furs--plus, it allows me to sink right into to the fleecy, fluffy, cushy goodness.

Ahhhh, now that's better. She can find her own place to sleep.

No Kittens Allowed: The Easiest Contest I Ever Won

So there I was, Kitties, innocently napping. When next to me appeared a . . . a . . . well, let's just call it a Thing. The Thing was rather oddly shaped, ahem, but it smelled divine (to me, anyway). The Human just held her nose and said, "P.U."

So, a while back, we posted a picture to the Facebook page for Putting the Cat on the Table, a podcast created by two Humans: Karin of CatioTales and MomKat Trish, formerly of the Katnip Lounge and currently a denizen of Facebook (and honestly, who knows where else?) And apparently that was enough to cause this...um, Thing to appear on my doorstep, fresh from MomKat's crochet needles (hooks? sorry--I don't know from crocheting).

I must say it did cause me great joy, though now I have gone back to sleep in the sun. Perhaps there will be another No Kittens Allowed chapter in a while, when I have become more, um, intimate with my new friend.

Honestly, Kitties, you should listen to the podcast. They might tell some 

embarrassing stories about their feline companions, but they are pretty funny.

And between them, they have like seven hundred cats.

Sunday Selfie: I Like to Nap Here

Under the calming steady gaze of My Whitester. 

Perhaps it is Nellie or The Baby come to watch over me?

Happy Boy Playtimes

Now, don't get me wrong. This was fun! A peacock fevver is a fine plaything indeed. But just once I'd like to get my paws on the whole peacock. That would make for a fine time, don't you think?

Cud- Cud- Cuddletimes

Despite the fact you have abandoned me far too many times for work in the last two weeks, and despite the fact that you have failed abysmally to do anything about the HOTS , and despite the fact that satisfying playtimes have been sadly lacking, and despite the fact that we have not posted since elebenty days ago, or maybe it was two, I will still give you a nice cuddle for coming home on time and asking so nicely.

But it will be a quick one.

Sunday Selfie: We Has Da Hots

When the temp gets into the 70s in early February, I gets into a pouty rage.

How dare the HOTS come before we've even reached mid-winter? 

I do not like my foods or my toys or even playtimes much when the weather turns like this. Instead, I mope, and droop, and go limp.

I like to blame the Human.

(Not) Just Another Day at the Beach

Hey! This is our trash--you get your own!

There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby

And moi? Why home on my throne, of course.

(And you just put it right out of your silly heads that those girls were cleaning up after ME!)

Theepy Thurthday

I am nearly always theepy and the Human says that is the best picture-taking time. I think so too because I do not have to pay any attentions to that clickety box in my really adorable face.