Dalliance

So, the Human had a brief but torrid affair 

with this sweet doggo last weekend. 

Okay, she's cute and all, even I admit that.

I'll even allow as how she was fun to play with. 

But I ask you, my friends, if you had ME 

waiting at home for you, would you be playing 

slobbery tug-o-war with a woofie?

Wait--maybe I don't want you to answer that.

Oh Hi. Want to Play with Me?

Don't be scared. I hardly ever make people bleed. 

We was just foolin' you yesterday. Ketchup! Swear.

I Didn't Mean To

  We were just playing a nice game of     Whappy  Paws, and I was getting kind of   excited, and I really wanted to win, and . . . well . . . I'm sorry, Human.

Sunday Selfie: Why Hello, LadyCats

You can call me Winky.

P.S. Now this sounds entertaining [not]. But you surely will not find His Majesty there: https://patch.com/california/san-francisco/let-your-cat-out-bag-san-franciscos-first-caturday

KillIt|KillIt|KillIt

This guy just won't STAY dead!

I do my best several times a week, but he keeps turning up good as new.

Honestly, I suspect the Human
might be some kind of

Necromancer

or something.

To tell you the troof, that kind of scares me.

Almost Wordless Wednesday: Bug Off

How's a boy supposed to sleep with these things 
staring at him?
I mean, I was awake all day long!

Sunday Selfie: All the Woes

Our Giants lost to the Reds today (11-4) so they languish under .500 in second-to-last-place in the NL West; the Human is on her way out to a friend's birfday dinner and she will probably not be bringing me nuffing; my Temptations (a very recent interest of mine) seem to be making me frow up, so now I don't get them anymore (which doesn't seem fair as I didn't mind the frow-up part after); it was cold and foggy with no sunpuddles at all today; I was lurking UTT and she tracked me down so I could take a selfie anyway--I get no privacy at all around here.

Friday Was Black Cat Appreciation Day?

Was it? Really? Huh. Not like there was a pawty around here or nuffing. As usual, a day late and several chick-hens short. Well, back to my nap, then.

Crocheted Aila

Yes, my Finnish LadyCat Aila (click to see her, center top) instructed her Aiti to make me a Aila that I could keep in my very own home (instead of 5000+ miles away, in Oulu, Finland). While she is not *quite* as glorious as the real deal, I do like to sniff and paw and rub her. And I purr loudly as I do. Do you think maybe she can hear me?

Toofy Tuesday

With my FLH, but minus an ear.

Minus the  FLH, plus an ear.

What's going on here?

Sunday Selfie: Me and My F.L.H.

So, let me tell you the tale of the F.L.H. It all goes back to when I was just a little boy, and the Dad of Wally, Aggie and Maidie took a gander at yours truly and said, "Oh, he has a Freakishly Large Head." Surprisingly, the Human leaped to my defense and said, "He most certainly does not have any such thing!"
But then today she took *this* picture and she said, "Huh."

But c'mon, it's just a bad angle! Right? Right?

Outside Lands Inside

What I currently look like:

What I wish I looked like:

Each August, a dreadful & deafening delightful and dazzling three-day (very loud) music festival called Outside Lands comes to Golden Gate Park, very near Chez Spittola. It attracts in the neighborhood of 200,000 attendees, and honestly, we bear them no ill-will. The Human remembers (dimly) what it was like to be young and excited at the prospect of music in the park. 
Now that she is elderly and more than a little cranky, she silently shouts, "Get off my lawn, you dang whippersnappers!" But she puts on her game face and says, "Only three days...only three days...only three days."
Me, I nap. It takes more than 130 decibels to keep King Spitty out of slumberland.

Three!

So, Three what? you may rightfully inquire. 
Three Spittys? Three pictures? Three French hens?
No, in fact, three posts in the first NINE days 
of August.
And heck, if I can get three more by the end of the
month, we might actually break 100.
Come to think of it, that's impressive . . . in golf,
maybe.

Remember Me?

Well, isn't this a fine kettle of fish! Apparently, she thinks she can just do whatever she wants and I will be here waiting patiently, claws sheathed, meower shut, waiting just like some little good boy until she gets around to helping me.

Now this is a fine little video, but she incompetently filmed me in portrait not landscape, so if you want to get a good look at me and my glorious floof, you'll need to biggify. Can't you tell how I've suffered?

So, She Came Home

F.i.n.a.l.l.y.