Perhaps you recall this, my fine furry furiends? Well, it has been about a month, and my left whisker pad has shown no sign of producing another. The Human looks at me while she slaps a little pair of metal scissors against her palm and says, "Hmmmm."
Now honestly, I had a really great playtimes this morning with one of my favorite feather wand toys, and then I had a little chase-myself-around-the-house time, and I ate my breakfast. But could she photograph me doing any of that stuff? Could she even attempt to make me more interesting to my loyal readers? Oh nooooooooo! Cod forbid she should manage an action shot! I mean, it's a good thing I draped myself so very artfully over this chair when it started to warm up around lunchtime. I'm afraid she's . . . hopeless.
Yes, it's Monday, yes, it's sunny (making for too many hots), and yes, I, Spitty the Kitty, declare an extension of Sunday in order that my Selfie not be too late. Here in The City by the Bay we are unaccustomed to endless days of bright light and balmy breezes, and I, for one, disapprove of this cheery sunshine that brings pasty and irritating people out onto the streets to chatter and cavort and gather for adult beverages at the cafe across the street. Bah, humbug.
This is our second week playing Friendly Fill-Ins from our furiends 15 and Meowingand Four-Legged Furballs: 1. My favorite font is Blackadder . 2. October is perfect for mayhem. 3. Where I live,I rule. 4. I feel very mischievous this time of year.
Sometimes, when she's been particularly recalcitrant, I feel the need to supervise even more closely than usual. Of course, I have learned this kind of proximity accrues certain benefits for the kitty. These include friendly head-and-chin scritches, brushies on demand, and now and then, a fingerful of Gerber's. Spitty don't work for nuthin'.
I'm not so much of an inspirational guy, but last week was tough and we think this one might be, too. So much sadness and anger in the Human world. I am going to let the Human share her very favorite quote ever. It's from a T.S. Eliot poem called "Ash Wednesday." She thinks it reminds us to pay attention and do what we can to help solve problems or right injustices, but also to maintain a calm and steady truth at our core that can't be touched no matter how things turn out in the world beyond us.Frankly, I have no idea if that's what ole T.S. had in mind, but we'll let every Human and kitty decide for themselves. Blessed sister, holy mother, spirit of the fountain, spirit of the garden, Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still