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.
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.
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.
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.
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.