Sunday Selfie: She's Right Behind Me, Isn't She?

On the one paw, I like the new pillow someone gave the Human for Christmas. 

On the other paw, I always feel she is spying on me like a Sneaky Girlcat. 

I wish the Human would turn her around for me.

Saturday Stealth

Why, yes, I *am* watching you pee.   
So?

Frisky Friday

Happy Friday, Kitties!
The Human says one of the very few bad things about retirement is that Fridays don't feel 'special' like they used to. Still, she and one of her retired friends have movie day almost every Friday; today they saw Hotel Mumbai. Only so-so says the Human, but she could enjoy watching Dev Patel read the phone book, so it was worth it just for that. I think movie day sounds special enough, and it gives me a nice break from her constant interruptions. 
Today you get whiskers and tongue. How special is that?

And I'm Ready for Action

Somekitty wanted to know where my charging port is. Unfortunately, that is highly classified personal information released only on a need-to-know basis. You may find a clue in yesterday's photo of course.
As you can see, I am fully charged today and taking care of many impawtant tasks, like enjoying my breakfast, followed by a vigorous play session with the Human, followed by a refreshing three-hour nap. When the Human got home from her outing, I had some treats and another playtimes. Later there will be fine dining and more playtimes, if she knows what's good for her. Then it'll be recharging time. And such is the daily life of His Majesty.

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday: Charging . . . Charging . . . Charging

I lead a complicated and demanding life, and I need to be ready for tomorrow's challenges. Do.Not.Disturb.

(Partially) Triumphant Tuesday

Well, almost triumphant. As you can see, Kitties, after much planning and effort, I have managed to produce exciting bilateral white whiskers. 
They are glorious.

But I am troubled. My left whisker arches up nicely and curves gracefully downwards; on the other paw, my right whisker is perversely flat.

I'm bummed. Any suggestions?

Sunday Selfie: Toy Time

Often leads to Baff Time. The Human fails to understand the reason for this. I am not inclined to explain--I think that information should be distributed on a need-to-know basis only. Right, Kitties?

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.

(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.

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.

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!

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?

(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.

Sunday Selfie: Thar She Goes--

That darn hour that got away. Sigh.

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!)

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.

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.

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.

Sunday Selfie: Now You See 'Em, Now You Don't

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.