Almost Wordless Wordy Wednesday

Sometimes Stampo tells me stories about King P and the other Heroes of Finland(N).

I tell him stuff too, but honestly it's mostly just complaining about my Human and Humans in general and saying that we could do a much better job of running things. 

Much better.

*W*i*n*t*e*r* Has Come

Honestly, just what is with these grown-up Humans and this silly teevee show?

The Human was all gasping and wailing and thunderstruck and confounded and generally discombobulated at the strange doings of the Westerosi and their odd 

Neighbors to the North.

Me, I miss Ser Pounce. 

Glorious Fourth! Happy Halloween! Merry Christmas!

You know, just in case the Human forgets all about me again. It's a darn good thing Stampo (courtesy of my Loyal Furiends in Finland[N]) was here to keep me company as the Human hightailed it off the morning after Easter to visit Capistrano Beach in the southern part of our Golden State. 
Remember Stampo?

There was a beach, as the name of the place would suggest, and it was right across the street from the condo so the Humans could listen to the waves crashing:

And the favorite cousin came along, too. This picture was at San Juan Capistrano Mission, where the swallows return each March 19. Guess they'd moved on, though:

Happy Easter, Kitties!

Why hello, my pleasingly plump Yellow Friend . . .

Oh hello, Human! Nothing going on here. 

Nothing to see. Nothing of concern to you. 

Move along now.

Humans Are Cray-Cray

But we already knew that, right?

This

is my reaction to the stoopy Human 
(not mine, thankfully)

who took his pickup for a swim today

I (Also) Am Not a Skunk!

Imagine my surprise and delight, Kitties, when I received *such* an unexpected and wonderful gift from my friend Miss Ellen and the beauteous Emmy at 15andmeowing! Miss Ellen is a most talented author and the story is both funny and suspenseful (and sort of based on how  Emmy came to live with Miss Ellen's family!) The Human and I have read it twice and I think it will become a favorite bedtime story. Thanks to all at 15andmeowing! We love it, and all of you, too!

Monday's Sunday Selfie

GoT may tell us Winter Is Coming, but hereabouts I hope Winter Is Going. 

Honestly, isn't it about time? This selfie was taken on Sunday all right, and a good thing too because you don't you know Monday brought a few more rain showers. It's like Mother Nature decided to make up for the last seven years all at once.

Phffft. 

A Caturday Miscellany

So a couple weeks ago the Human and a friend went to Dino Days in the park along with elebenty thousand four-year-olds. The dinos were cool, she says. I dunno. 

This one is big and ugly.

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And look at me! I am a painting, yes I am!

And them lions got nuffing on Yours Truly.  So many thanks to darling CK for painting me

with such careful attention to my whisker and tailio!

We're All Felines Here, Right?

So, how come no one has made giant paintings of me? Today the Human went to an exhibit of early Rubens paintings, and she took a picture of one (even though the lighting was a little harsh and glary), because Cats! And then she came home and took a picture of Yours Truly.

Honestly, I don't see that much difference.

I Can See Clearly Now...

The grime has gone ¯¯

My Neighborhood Snoopervision duties are much easier to carry out since she reconsidered her "I-don't-do-windows" policy.

(Sort of) Wordless Wednesday

And then he nursed it, rehearsed it
And gave out the news
That Spitty gave birth to the blues!

Play & Lick & Lick & Play

I believe many of you may already be familiar with my little, er, problem. I love to play, and one of the Human's best things (usually) is that she supplies plenty of wand-toy action (although sometimes I have to clawmind her when it's time to play with me). But for some reason, playtime leads to bafftime, often rather urgently. And sometimes I even forget to finish playing. What's that all about, I wonder?

Sunday Selfie: Disappointment Abounds

Well, Kitties, it's a tale we've heard before: The neglect, the dismissal of my needs, the regret, the apologies, the vows to do better, the bitter disappointments as she fails yet again.
Really, it's a wonder I have the strength to go on.
And yet, the day is pleasant, the air is warm, the window is squeaky clean, my breakfast was adequate. And here I am again. Finally.