Sunday Selfie: Better Late Than Never

Thank Cod this week is visitorless. At least I think it is. She can't have more stray friends or cousins lurking about, can she? I mean, I need my rest and privacy if I am to focus on being so purrfectly furry and well-balanced, whisker-wise.

The Intruder Returns: I Think I Like Him Now

So Cousin Jim, the Intruder, was here this week. For whatever unknowable reasons, I decided that he's not so bad after all.

In fact, I played with him, hung out with him, even attempted to sleep with him. But he pushed me off the bed.

Twice.  

Still, mostly he was very nice and friendly to me.

After he left, I was all tuckered out, and even a little melancholy. But the Human petted me and told me what a very good boy I am, and then I took a nice nap and forgot all about him. 

(Shared) Sunday Selfie: Two Floofsters

On the principle of Ladies First (and may I observe what a silly principle that is), here is Jane, the Canine Viceroy, ensconced on the lap of her beloved dad. The discerning may note that she is making lovey eyes at my Human at the same time.

Of course I have saved the Best for Last. Even though this is one of those objectionable "She-snuck-up-behind-me-while-I -was-napping" photos, I find the texture and abundance

of my floof most pleasing and so am inclined to overlook her intrusion into my personal space.

A Gift from the Bitee

Apparently the Guest I Bit realizes that The Incident was all her fault, and so she sent me these wonderful scratchers. The Human says I am not the sharpest tool in the shed, however, and she had to forcibly grab me and smoosh my furry face into the plastic bristles. I enjoyed it (except the being manhandled part) but she says I have not *quite* got the hang of it yet.* To be fair, I think it was pretty darn nice of her to have sent me a present. She must have stopped bleeding.
* [He is evidently too stoopy to understand he can get the brushies all by himself. --Ed.]

Examining My Conscience

The Human said my penance was to examine my conscience 

and then say six Hail Marys and promise not to bite the guests 

anymore. We'll see.

So yesterday, an animal-loving friend of the Human's came over for the first time. She had heard about me for many years, but had never actually met me (and frankly, I wasn't sure I was going to feel like showing myself until I had seen and heard and smelled her and decided *I* wanted to meet *her*).

Surprisingly, she looked and sounded and smelled okay, so I made an appearance. I even walked up and gave her some good sniffs. She was enchanted with me (as who would not be?) and I with her (well, as enchanted as I get with Other Humans). 

My Human handed her my favorite brush, and I was ecstatic! Until I wasn't and, yes, I put the bitey on her. Evidently, the Human considered that very extremely naughty host behavior.  I drew blood too, though to be fair the visitor was, like the Human, rather an Old Lady and is it my fault they have paper-thin old-lady skin?

Our gracious visitor took it in stride and apologized to me for doing the brushies wrong. I magnanimously forgave her as the Human fetched the Bactine and a Band-Aid.

What a bunch of crybabies Humans are! 

Calm, Cool, Cozy & Cute

The *Human* thought this picture made me look all snuggly and adorable in our now-very-cool weather. *I* think it also makes me look rather ill-proportioned (which I assure you is far from the truth--I am purrfectly proportioned as you all know). In any event, Yours Truly is One Happy Boy today!

Maybe the Corner Is Cooler?

Maybe.

But I really don't think so.

They *said* it would be cooler today.

But really? Well, they're bald-faced liars is what they are.

97°

11:00 a.m.

6:15 p.m.

Sunday Selfie: Sunshine on My Shoulders

  

makes me ha-a-a-a-a-appy

So Apparently I Am Just Not Good Enough

to be the main attraction on my own blog anymore.

Apparently these long-necked burds are a better draw.

Hrumph.

Nah, I Don't Gots No Fleas

But the Human just can't stop being an English teacher even though she retired almost a year ago, and she thought Father of Fleas was nice and alliterative. 

I say, why couldn't it have been Father of Frogs, or Ferrets, or Foxes. Father of Falcons has a nice ring to it.

But no. Fleas came to mind and she was (surprise!) too lazy to think of something more refined and regal.

Honestly. What I have to put up with.

Sunday Selfie: Allow Me to Present Myself

King Spitfire Parkborn of the House Francisco, the First of His Name, King of the Ferals, the Moggies and the First Felines, the Rightful King of the Western Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, King of the Inner Sunset, Khal  of the Great Sand Sea, the Untamed, Breaker of China and Father of Fleas.*

Nice to see you.








*And thus concludes our Game of Thrones series**
**For now anyway