Friday, August 30, 2019

Vaya Con Dios, My Lord Chancellor

Our beloved friend Fritzie, 19, our stalwart Lord Chancellor, was helped across the Bridge yesterday. His loving and devoted dad and the Human stayed with him to supply plenty of love and brushies and gentle pets as he embarked on his journey. Fritzie was a Very Good Boy and a most excellent Lord Chancellor of the Realm. As you can see in the portrait above, taken August 7, he was a handsome and imperial ManCat. There was a notable ripple in the force as he took flight, and I know he'll be waiting for me when it is My Time. We'll love you always, Fritzie.

Sunday, August 25, 2019

Sunday Selfie: I Can't Heeeeear You

So, as you can see, I no longer have ears. But no mind.  No, I have bigger problems than that, Kitties. Yes, you got it in one: Since last Sunday, we posted once. Once. She says it's better than zero
I say that's one heck of a low bar, my furiends, the lowest of the low. However, my moustachios are looking pretty delightful, don't you think?

Tuesday, August 20, 2019

The Troof, the Whole Troof
& Nuffing But the Troof

All right, all right! I confess. I did! I did do it!

But it was still ALL HER FAULT.

For some unfathomable reason, she picked me up like a sack of potatoes and started carting me around the house with her. By the time we got to the kitchen, I had had it with the sightseeing tour and made a break for it.

Can anyone blame me if I used the palm of her hand as my launch pad?

I rest my case.

Sunday, August 18, 2019

Sunday Selfie: The Fault Lies Not In Our Stars

And most certainly not in Yours Truly, my friends.
*I* had nuffing to do with it. 
Nope. It is All.Her.Own.Fault.

Wednesday, August 14, 2019

(Not Very) Wordless Wednesday

 I do appreciate that she has moved one of my favorite things (my precious scratcher
onto the bed where I have easy access for my all-important sharpening needs, 
and also that she has given up even trying to make the pillows unavailable to me. 
It was a futile effort on her part, I assure you.
I may be getting ::ahem::  a little elderly, but please note the
excellent form and balance required for this efficient bathing pose.
Baffing is a serious pursuit for all of us, but sometimes events transpire outside the window that demand even the most crucial activities be interrupted for a good, long stare.

Sunday, August 11, 2019

Sunday Selfie:
I Am a Metaphor

I don't even know what she is blabbing on about.  Everything that comes out of her mouth is gibberish to me.

She says just as I am half-in/half-out of my favorite pink beddie, we are half-in/half-out of my blog. (And I say: Speak for yourself, Human!)

So I have made a Deal with the Devil: She says we can try posting three days a week and see how that goes. The next step in the negotiations is which days. I say Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday. She says that's not three. But I say, Yes it is. 

Thursday, August 8, 2019

Hello, Friends: Long Time, No See

Well, isn't this another fine mess the Human's gotten me into? 

We are fine! Well, let me clarify: She is fine. I am, well, perhaps miffed is the word I seek. I admit I am well-fed, and played with, and cuddled and cooed to, and the recipient of a decent amount of laptime. 

But the blog, Kitties! My precious blog!

It has slipped precipitously on her list of priorities, further even than the Dow Jones on a bad day! Below YouYube, and going on walks, and seeing movies, and going out for adult beverages with her stoopy Human friends, and her volunteer gigs, and even freaking Netflix for Bast's sake.

So what's an overgrown kitten to do? So far, I sit on her lap and get brushies while she catches up with Orange Is the New Black.

But it is UNsatisfying. I need to, shall we say, motivate her. She has made a few spotty attempts to up our game, but they don't last and she doesn't help me visit.

I need a Plan.  Stay tuned.