Sunday, July 29, 2018

Sunday Selfie: Deja Vu All Over Again

   So, the Human is away. She left me here, alone and starving, with no help at all on my selfie. I don't even know where the camera is--I think she took it with her. And really, in my weakened state, can I be expected to *search* for it?
Imagine this is a nice, fresh, new picture, while I meow plaintively for my next meal, whenever that might appear.

Saturday, July 28, 2018

Gotta Love 'Next Door'

So, Next Door is a sort of semi-Facebookish neighborhood news feed, where people mostly complain about their neighbors' poor parking habits, Amazon drivers' poor delivery skills, and local coyotes' poor decision-making in wandering the streets of the Inner Sunset.

But we were pretty happy the other day when this was not our car, MOL!

Obligatory Spitty beefcake, because honestly, it's not NextDoorSpeaks, now is it?

Friday, July 27, 2018

I Loves Me the Cozy Warms

The Human says EveryCat who has ever lived here, and I am the fifth, has discovered this spot on our entryway floor, which is perpetually warm. Even shoeless Humans, insensitive as they are compared to us, can feel the warms rise up from the soles of their pathetic excuse for feets. And what makes this spot so special? Well, Kitties, we live on the first floor (actually second as there is a ground floor of garages, etc.), directly above the building's main boiler (hot water, radiators). The boiler operates 24/7. And as you can see above, one front leg has melted right off.

Tuesday, July 24, 2018

Sunday, July 22, 2018

Sunday Selfie: You Rang?

Now look, you called me and I walked all the way over here, which I didn't *have* to do, to see what it was you wanted.

And as far as I can tell, it was a ploy to take a picture. Even worse, I saw you had my favorite brush in your hand (which, strictly speaking is the only reason I came), but there were no brushies on offer. Only the clicky machine. There was no treat. You ordered me to help take a Selfie. Yeah right. Pull out the Temptations and then maybe we'll talk about it.

You know, if you fake me out like that often enough, I just won't come anymore when you call. Yes, yes, I know: I rarely do now. But how about Never? Does Never work for you?

Thursday, July 19, 2018

I Am Floofy & Special, Just Like That Other Kitty

*I* could drop my little heady into the Human's hand and curl up on her lap just like that Fritzie boy she keeps drooling over. But *I* have the dignity of a thousand generations of felines, marching proudly in formation since the Days of Bastet and I do not abase myself in front of the Humans. 


Sunday, July 15, 2018

Sunday Selfie: A Shocking Display of Infidelity

So Lord Chancellor Fritzie was abandoned by his People and for the past few days MY Human has made twice-daily visits to his home (last night's lasted over three hours). While I have great respect for his stately age (18) and wisdom (considerable), I was unprepared for this appalling turn of events. Look, if you can bear it, upon his majestic furry head, snuggled comfortably in MY Human's hand, upon his furry orange legs flung with abandon over MY Human's arm, upon his casual ownership of MY Human's lap. No, no--this cannot stand. 
I mean, as Humans go, this one is no bargain. But she's MINE. Or so I thought.

Thursday, July 12, 2018

It's a Brand New Day

What to do, what to do? So many possibilities.

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

(Very Nearly) Wordless Wednesday

This morning was so very sunny, and my round purple bed so very comfortable, and my breakfast so delightfully digesting in my (non-pettable) tum, that I barely even noticed the Human and her clickety-clacker.

Sunday, July 8, 2018

                         Sunday Selfie: I Dare You

"You've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya, punk?"

Thursday, July 5, 2018

About Time

Okay then. I imagine you are thinking that I mean, "About time for a post" and you would not be wrong.
But I have something else to say. On Monday night, she was executing a complicated purchase (::eyeroll::) of a Medicare supplemental insurance policy and stuff, and in the course of doing so, she extracted the little "deck of cards" of all sorts she keeps in her purse (drivers license, credit, debit, library, insurance etc. etc. etc.). Well, all the business was satisfactorily concluded and she was pleased. 
The next day, Tuesday, she headed out after work* to go to PetSmart to buy things for ME. So she got foods and litter and a couple new toys and a nice new scratcher/beddy dealio, and she got in the checkout line and reached for her debit card--oops, not there! In fact, in the little pocket where she keeps everything, her whole little packet of plastic, there was NUFFING at all, not a single card of any sort. She had some cash, but not enough to get me all the very impawtant stuffs in her cart, so she had to put a bunch of stuff back and come home. She only had some cans and a bag of litter and ONE measly toy as an offering. 
I believe she ought to have returned there yesterday, this time WITH her plastic moneys, and bought me all those things she had to leave behind Tuesday. If she *really* loved, me, she would have, right? Well, you would be wrong. She did *not* return there yesterday, but she did go back today and brought home this really great loungey-thing. It's delightful.

*And you might ask yourself, Isn't she finished YET? She says Monday the 9th will be IT. I'll believe it when it happens.

Sunday, July 1, 2018

Sunday Selfie: I Help with the Laundry

Hey! I pull my weight around here. I don't just lollygag around the place eating bonbons all day, you know. I carry out many important tasks throughout my day. And once in awhile I might even take a nap on the clean stuff. What can I say? It smells good and it's warm.