Thursday, March 21, 2019

Thankful Thursday: The Calla Lilies Are in Bloom Again. Such a Strange Flower

While I suffered all alone at home, worrying about that new ear growing on my tender thigh, the Human was off to the Arboretum for the day. Just like I mean nuffing to her.






























Apparently, she didn't miss me at all, cause right away she found a new fren. Just like I mean nuffing to her.






























She and her friend (a Human one, not that Human-seducing skwerl) walked for a couple of hours, and when they came upon these, the Human thought she'd be oh-so-clever with the quotations, just like Katharine Hepburn, if Katharine Hepburn were a pretty chubby bad actress.

So what's the Thankful part? She didn't bring her new fren home.

Wednesday, March 20, 2019

(Sorta) Wordless Wednesday

























I don't often let the Human get a photo of my very fetching little curled paw
Consider yourselves extra-fortunate on this vernal equinox.

Monday, March 18, 2019

Sunshine Supercat

Ordinarily, I might not be quite so enthused to greet Mr. Sun and the heats he brings along when he visits, but it has been a long, deep, cold, old winter, and Spitty has wearied of the constant dark and rain. So this morning I was in my happy place, and I did not bat even one lash as the Human scored a bunch of fine photos.

Saturday, March 16, 2019

Sunday Selfie: Rockin' My New House

On the plus side of her ledger, this week the Human bought me a new little house 
that has a window to grab things through: toys, strings, fingers. It's delightful!

Thursday, March 14, 2019

Do You Mind?






















I know you're retired and all, and don't think I don't appreciate having you around to provide better service than I used to get, but it's so warm and comfortable here in the sun that we have barely seen since, oh, maybe October?, and honestly I'd like to get in some personal time here on my tower's midlevel. Okay?

Wednesday, March 13, 2019

(Pretty Darn Wordy) Wordless Wednesday

Oh hello, Kitties! Yes, I am back, and frankly I am feeling pretty peeved at the Human. I know, I know: Surprise! But she led me down the garden path of keeping up with posting almost every day--and now look! It's Wednesday and we haven't posted for days and days and days. And believe you me, Kitties, It.Is.Not.Spitty's.Fault. Nosiree, Bob! This lands squarely at the feet of the Human.

I'm so depressed. I thought 2019 was going to be a banner year. But now it seems like maybe not? She needs to answer for this disappointment.

Saturday, March 9, 2019

Sunday Selfie: Thar She Goes--

That darn hour that got away. Sigh.

Thursday, March 7, 2019

Fantasy Friday (Plus Fill-Ins!)

The Human, some years ago, in her natural habitat.

Why did they ever let her out?

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So here are our Friendly Fill-In responses for today, courtesy of our furiends at 15 & Meowing and Four-Legged Furballs:

1. I am always a Very Good Boy.
2. I brake for anything with a face.
3. I’d be lying if I said the Human was not basically a Good Egg.
4. Cheating usually wins the race. 

(Oh, c'mon now! If I answered them all nicely you wouldn't even believe it was me!)

Wednesday, March 6, 2019

Throwback Thursday: BooBoo the Girl Kitty

The Human got BooBoo as a wee kitten in the middle of her junior year of college. One night, when she was about 9 months old, BooBoo leapt from a third story window into the backyard of their flat and disappeared for two or three days. She returned very self-satisfied, and also knocked up; a couple of months later she had two kittens (thankfully, only two). She was a good little mother before getting spayed the minute those kittens were weaned. 
The Human and her many roommates enjoyed the little family, but eventually found good homes for the kittens. Life went happily on for about four months, until the landlord of one adopter found out about the illicit kitten, and she was returned. Let's just say, it was not the happiest of family reunions. Sweet little Angela was delighted to see her mommy, but the same could not be said of mommy. 
For the next 16 years, the two moved everywhere the Human went in those post-college years, but they were never exactly the best of friends. Well, Angela tried, but BooBoo was not having any of it. 
At 16, sweet Angela crossed the Bridge. The Human was sad, but BooBoo could not believe her good fortune. The last 2-1/2 years of her life were the happiest. She sat on the Human's lap and purred and purred, played like a kitten, and enjoyed her golden years immensely. She was a Good Girl, but in many ways, she makes me look positively sweet-tempered and angelic, MOL. I look forward to meeting her one day in the Great Land Beyond.

Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Wake Me Up for the Ballgame

Ordinarily I am not a fan of being roused 
from a pleasant slumber on a cold, rainy day, 
especially when the purpose is to get footage of me 
for the blog post that she failed to plan (who am I kidding? 
she never plans for it). However, when my furry ball 
has been imbued with the intoxicating scent of valerian, 
she must needs be forgiven.

Monday, March 4, 2019

I May Lose My Ears Now and Then

(Though not today)

But at least no one has ever had to replace them with big ol' sticks, 
like happened to this poor stag in Sutro Park.

Friday, March 1, 2019

Trifecta of Trivia

So here are our Friendly Fill-In responses for today, courtesy of our furiends at 15 & Meowing and Four-Legged Furballs:


1. My favorite kind of music is the kind I don't have to listen to.

2. I don’t believe that there can be people who don't like kitties; we are purrfect. What's not to love?


3. My ideal day: Human home, radiators on, sunpuddles, my favorite foods, a nice baff.  Multiple naps.

4. Don’t let a Human "No!" stop you from doing whatever you please.



I'm doing my level best to grow a new white whisker to balance out the one I am sporting on the right. They way I see it, I have a good chance, since two seem to be sprouting. Lately, though, I seem to lose some before they ever even come to fruition. It's kind of frustrating.


Our rooftop tomato seems to be a little worse for the wear after the last couple of rains. Still, it's hanging in there and hasn't yet turned completely disgusting. It's still cold with more rain on the way.

Will the little 'mater survive? Stay tuned, Kitties.

Thursday, February 28, 2019

Part II: Special Guest Baffing

The Human and her friend went to a tiny science museum in San Mateo County today, expecting a lot of fun interactive machines and exhibits. 
What they did not expect were two resident bobcats (both rescued, separately, as wee cubs, desperately ill and injured). Because they imprinted on Humans, they were unable to be returned to their natural habitat, and so are happily cared for at the CuriOdyssey museum at Coyote Point. 
Their enclosure looks small, but they have access to a larger outdoor area. The Human and her friend were very lucky--the place was nearly deserted on Thursday afternoon, and the bobcats were sweetly napping together. They are both boys, both about ten years old, and quite closely bonded to each other. Their names are Caro and Frankie. Unexpectedly, the Human ended up with more Baffing Videos.
(That's Frankie in the front)


(Ignore the nattering of the Humans)


Wednesday, February 27, 2019

Don't Know Why There's No Sun Up in the Sky

Still, neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom 
of night stays Spitty from his appointed Baff.

Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Spittyless, but Not Kittyless

So the Human has been thinking back to some of the Kitties Who Came Before. This is picture of baby Clarkie and his Big Bro and Bestie Mr. Teeth, who was about 18 months old in this picture. The Human says they were both Very Good Boys, but that Mr. Teeth was the Cat of a Lifetime. Hmmmmm. I do not know exactly how I feel about that. I mean, there's still time, right? I'm not finished with her yet.

Monday, February 25, 2019

Claw Boy Snores

Well, Kitties, I was sleeping in extra-adorable fashion, and, yes, Spitty was snoring. But, as you will notice, one claw is bared to deter any reckless snuggling.

Sunday, February 24, 2019

Sunday Selfie: Ranting About Rain

Caturday might have been our last day of sunshine for awhile. I enjoyed it.

Now, Kitties, after all these many years of drought in California, even I, given to complaining as I am, would not rant about the actual rain. No, what has drawn my ire are the weather forecasters, who seem to revel in transforming a simple rainstorm into breathless drama. No longer are we expecting heavy rain, or showers, or even a  storm. No, what we have now are "atmospheric rivers," suggesting that the Mighty Mississippi may be about to plop down upon us, and we'd all best head to Home Depot for ark-building supplies.

Finally, on a completely unrelated note, a couple of weeks ago someone tossed this cherry tomato on the roof of the garage outside our dining room window. So far, it's in pretty good shape.

Friday, February 22, 2019

Friday's This & That


So, we are pleased to award a Pair of Prizes from yesterday's post & comments:  

For correctly identifying both figures and concocting a brief-but-credible tale to explain their interaction, a prize is hereby awarded to The Mom from William's Kith and Kin.

For truly outstanding Epic Verse (even though he misidentified one participant) a prize for Poet Laureate of the Cat Blogosphere is hereby awarded to TBT of Mark's Mews.

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So here are our Friendly Fill-In responses for today, courtesy of our furiends at 15 & Meowing and Four-Legged Furballs:

1. I believe my IQ is higher than the Human's.

2. I need to go Marie Kondo on my nothing. It's the Human that needs MK.

3. It does no good to ask nicely. You have to demand!

4. I find would like to find managing my staff to be a walk in the park.



P.S.  The figure on the right in yesterday's post is Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Justice extraordinaire. Her companion is Gus Fring, dapper but implacable villain on Breaking Bad. The small container, of course, is a bucket of Los Pollos Hermanos's finest fried chick-hen, perhaps with a sprinkling of secret seasoning, MOL!

Thursday, February 21, 2019

Hot Stuff

Part the First
Sometimes a boy needs a different radiator 
and it would have been nice if the Human could have 
foreseen this eventuality and provided a nice beddy 
for me so I did not have to absorb the warms 
while lying on the hard floor. Don't you think?

Part the Second
Over the past couple of years, the Human 
has been the recipient of two wildly diverse Action Figures.
She has chosen to pose them in an artful little tableau 
on the dining room plate ledge. I don't get it.
Perhaps there might be a prize of some sort
for a good story?

Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Stepping Up

Today we have a THEME--the Human tried hard to find a good alliterative phrase for our title, but she's lost a step [Oh, ha ha ha, Spitty. ~Ed.] or two since she retired and she could not manage it. But I digress.
Our theme is climbing. I may be a senior kitty, but I can still get to the tippy top of my kitty tree.




These nearby spiffy steps have been there for ages, but the cool tiling only happened about 10 years ago. It takes a lot of climbing to get to the tippy top, though.
(You can click to biggify.)


Oh,and since what goes up must come down, here are a few  remnants of a big tree across from us that partly split and fell, completely blocking our little street during the big storm last week. We woke up to the sounds of firefighters and their floodlights and chain saws at 3:30 a.m. in the pouring rain. However much the city pays them, it isn't enough.


Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Concentration

I have to grip the curtain with both paws to inflict the maximum damage. Closing my eyes helps me achieve that perfect grip. We need replacements; I want a new challenge.

Monday, February 18, 2019

(Belated) Sunday Selfie:
O Happy Sun That Has Such Warmliness in It

What's that you say? 'Warmliness' isn't a real word? 
Oh pish-tosh. It's a word if I say it's a word.

Friday, February 15, 2019

Gotcha!



Rain, rain,
Go away.
It's fevver time--
I need to play!


We had a big burning ball in the sky today, Kitties. It was awesome!

Thursday, February 14, 2019


Happy Valentine’s Day!
We love you all!

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

(Very Nearly) Wordless Wednesday

Do you know what she wanted to title this post? Do you? 
"RugRat"!! Kitties, I put my paw down, yes I did.

Monday, February 11, 2019

Spitty's Favorite Show: Tiny Kittens TV

Every night before we go to bed, we tune in to Tiny Kittens TV on YouTube. It's a remarkable cat rescue organization in British Columbia and right now their live stream is focused on a litter of five almost-5-week-old kittens and their mama.  In today's picture, I am watching a baby panther climb into the Tiny Taco Truck where they prepare delicious meals. This is one show the Human and I can watch together with no argument. We think probably a lot of you already know the Tiny Kittens, but those of you who don't will probably enjoy dropping in on them now and then!

Sunday, February 10, 2019

Sunday Selfie: Baffing . . . Baffing . . . ZZZZZ

This footie is clean, and this footie is clean, 
and the sun feels warm and, and, and...

Saturday, February 9, 2019

Good Office Help Is Hard to Find

I taped your phone back together for you. 

Friday, February 8, 2019

Just Follow the Paw

So here are our Friendly Fill-In responses for today, courtesy of our furiends at 15 & Meowing and Four Legged Furballs:

1. I want to make the Humans bend instantly to our will.
2. My paws are purrfection.
3. A day in my life always includes at least a small dollop of Tru Blood, and by that you know I mean Human, right?
4. Good things happen to those who seize their opportunities.


Thursday, February 7, 2019

Antidote to Tuesday's Travesty

And here I am, all smooth and shiny and squeaky clean.
I guess I'll keep her a while longer.

Wednesday, February 6, 2019

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday: Spitty Is Kneady

Even though this is something that, like, every other kitty 
in the universe does, it is something *I* have really only 
started in the last year or so. The Human says it is freaking 
adorable, and for once we agree.


Here is a little 'speriment:

Tuesday, February 5, 2019

Things That Annoy Me #3

Does she *have* to take my picture when I am stuffed into my box, 
looking like some ratty old chinchilla coat?

Monday, February 4, 2019

Daily Disappointments #4, now with Bonus!

Wouldn't you think that as I go to great lengths to place myself oh-so-conveniently at the Human's side, that she *might* reach for the brushie as I request, and welcome my comforting presence as she begins to do her shudder-inducing tax stuff? Wouldn't you think I would provide a pleasant distraction from all that misery?

I mean, that's what *I* thought. But did she even open the drawer where the brushie is kept to offer me some affection? 

Well, I think you all see where this is going. Thankfully, we do have a little Bonus today!



So here are our Friendly Fill-In responses for last Friday (yes, we *do* know it's Monday now--not the Kitty's fault), courtesy of our furiends at 15 & Meowing and Four Legged Furballs:

1. & 2.  Superbowl Sunday bores me.
3. If you have feline DNA, you have everything.
4. My skill set could get me a job at the Blood Bank.

Sunday, February 3, 2019

Sunday Selfie: Give Her an Inch . . .

And the Old Bat will take three days. Honestly, I was trying to be nice, cause she was so "busy" and "tired" and stuff. And look: It's Sunday night and we haven't posted since Thursday
So anyway, you may notice that she made her goal of getting all the Crispmouse decorations put away before the Super Bowl. In fact, she felt smugly superior last night when she passed a house with all its outdoor displays still brightly shining.
I will be working on whipping her back into shape for the coming week.

Thursday, January 31, 2019

Different Day, Different Chair

So you're probably thinking the punchline is "Same Nap," but you, my friends, would be mistaken! I have been up and about, eaten a few meals, scratched the Human to remind her about playtimes (Oh, sorry! Not really), used my litter box, gazed out the window at the rain, demanded the radiator and the heaty pad be turned on, enjoyed brushies, and conducted all sorts of important business dealings since my nap yesterday on the other chair. Spitty keeps himself busy. Just so's you know.

Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Thankful Thursday

The Human said that the shadow of my furs looks like it needs a good mowing
Then why am I thankful, you may ask? Well, I don't think she'd really do it. Right?

Tuesday, January 29, 2019

And the Oscar for
Purrfectly Curled Paws

goes to Moi, of course:























P.S. Conga-rats to Pam & Teddy who correctly identified Bad Hare Day
as the title of yesterday's painting! Ha ha meow =^..^=
P.S.S.  Color me embarrassed! How could I have missed 
the fact that my friends at Memories of Eric and Flynn also
correctly identified Bad Hare Day as the title of this painting??
In fact, they were first to put the right name to it! I blame the Human
and her failing brain cells because it's never the kitty's fault.

Monday, January 28, 2019

                                Monday Menagerie

Now and then, the Human takes useless pictures,* and ordinarily they never see the light of day. However, after the most recent one (from yesterday), she decided she had a enough for an animal-themed post, so there you go. Why these would be of any interest to my loyal readers, I cannot imagine.
(*Pictures that do not feature me.)
These parrots were very quiet while the Human and her friend had 
lunch on Sunday. Perhaps they were not hungry.
A friend showed her a book by this artist.
This painting is called . . . Well, you figure it out.
We'll tell you tomorrow.
These guys were guarding the house she stayed in at Christmas.
They did a really great job!

Sunday, January 27, 2019

                                          Sunday Selfie: My Blue Heaven


Well, Kitties
let me tell you,
 there's nuffing like
 a nice heaty pad
 accompanied by
 an unassuming 
little spring toy 
to make me 
a happy Boycat 
on this fine, sunny 
and moderately 
warm Sunday.

And you know what?
I have three 
more spring toys!
Green, Red
& Orange!

Saturday, January 26, 2019

My Artsy-Fartsy Caturday

I got the fartsy part down just fine. 
She'll need to work on the artsy part, though.