Sunday, October 18, 2020

Sunday Selfie: Easy Like Sunday Morning

So, I was sleeping so very peacefully when she made her little (annoying) kissie noise, which I have learned usually presages brushies or treats. But I was sleeping so very soundly I never even twitched. She was sooooo disappointed.


 

Friday, October 16, 2020

It's 93°













At least she pointed the fan at my tummy. As you can see, I took full advantage.

Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Hey! Who Is That?

Surely there can't be a replicator in the hallway--can there? I'm pretty sure I could take him, though.

Sunday, October 11, 2020

Sunday Selfie: Halp Me!

I am being held hostage by a negligent Human,
who led me down the garden path of thinking 
we were blogging again!

 

Sunday, October 4, 2020

Sunday Selfie: Up the Down Staircase

Or down the up staircase. Or something
 

Friday, October 2, 2020

Guess What?

Kitty Butt!



Our friends at 15 and Meowing Four-Legged Furballs created these intriguing Friday Fill-Ins:


1. You will never find a dustless surface in my home.

2. Once a year, I sit in the Human's lap.

3. My claws have gotten me the Human in trouble.

4. The last time I played slappypaws was when she almost lost her thumb.

Thursday, October 1, 2020

Practicing My PliΓ©s and My JetΓ©s

I've been rehearsing my role as Prince Sigfried in Swan Lake. 














Or wait! Maybe I'm starring in The Tale of Squirrel Nutkin by Beatrix Potter?

It's all the same to me, as long as I am the ⭐!

Tuesday, September 29, 2020

Monday, September 28, 2020

Heat and Smoke and Fire, Oh My!

I'd love to get up and play, but . . .

In other news, the Human encountered this on her walk this morning. Given that it is sizzling and smoky, not to mention still freaking September, it seemed a little . . . odd:



Saturday, September 26, 2020

Sunday Selfie: The Backslider

No, not me, Sillies! Her! Of course, her
Every day I say, "So Human, do you think we could post today?" And she looks at me guiltily and says , "Maybe, Spitty." 
But then M-T-W-T-F-S went by just like that.
And nuffing is what happened!
Well, here we are again. And we'll see if she can do better this week!
 

Sunday, September 20, 2020

Sunday Selfie: The Cube of Many Windows

Moody stare. Paw placement. Light and shadow. I'm . . . intriguing.




 

Saturday, September 19, 2020

(Non-alliterative) Caturday Fill-Ins


These fun fill-ins come up from the wonderful peeps (and their kitties) of 15and Meowing and the Four-Legged Furballs!

1. If you are looking for obedience, try adopting a poodle.

2. A tiny bowl with half'n'half inside fills me with hope.

3. It’s only a matter of time before she gets a salary decrease.

4. Ladycats are my favorite conversation topic.



I'm thinking of making a run for it.

Thursday, September 17, 2020

Yo! LadyCats

I gots lots of curlyfurs and plenty of room.

Tuesday, September 15, 2020

Tuesday Tailio


 

Sheesh! Sometimes a ManCat just needs a few moments to himself, you know, to recharge his batteries.

And yet, every stinkin' time she tracks me down.

I don't know how she does it. 


Monday, September 14, 2020

My Kingsguard

 

Even Joffrey Lannister would be envious, don't you think?











*The Human says that in reality these Noble Beasts guard the entrance to Sutro Park, but I think she is just trying to diminish the glamour & importance of my royal position.

Saturday, September 12, 2020

Sunday Selfie: Hallway Hijinks

So I imagine you may have wondered what it is I find so alluring about Hallway Times. Well, I can't entirely put my paw on it, but I will say it has Expanded My Horizons, and made me feel quite kittenish

Granted, Yours Truly can't sustain strenuous playtimes for long, but every now and then I do Get My Kitten On, and finally the Human had the camera in the right place at the right time.




Friday, September 11, 2020

Friday Fevvers and Fill-Ins



Our friends at 15 and Meowing Four-Legged Furballs created these intriguing Friday Fill-Ins:


1. I wish I had been alive during the reign of the Pharaohs when we kitties were treated with the respect we so richly deserve!

2. My favorite way to have apples is slathered with butter and covered in shrimp. And honestly, you can just forget the apples.

3. I was sad to find out that Humans can't purr, poor things.

4. 
Moff-murder isn’t rocket science.

Thursday, September 10, 2020

It's Always Good to Hide . . .

. . . when the 'Pocalypse comes.


This was our living room yesterday morning about 10:30 a.m. It really never got any lighter. Today is better, but still not what the Human and I would call 'normal.'


Monday, September 7, 2020

Scorcher, Day 3

Wake me when it's over.
 

Sunday, September 6, 2020

Sunday Selfie: Frying and Fretting



Oh hello, Kitties and Humans!


We have absented ourselves for a few days, as the weather has turned on us, and you know how we HATES the heat.

Plus, I am an Old Mancat now and do not do well at all in the Hots. I hasten to add that the Human is an Old Lady, and we both have our various ailments to contend with, none of which are improved by temps in the 90s, or Cod forbid, worser even than that. So while we have both been frying, she is the only one who has been fretting, mostly about moi, of course. We have reached that stage of the Human-Kitty relationship when she stares at me to make sure I am still breathing. ::eye roll::

Still, this morning I had quite a bit of food and, even better, drank quite enthusiastically at my water bowl. I had fun during morning Hallway Time. 

Speaking of which, I have been largely successful in the past few days at getting Hallway Time on demand, though I have not yet shaken the Babysitter.

So that's the report from Chez Spittola. We are supposed to have one more day (Monday) of the Really Horrible Hots and then a few days of Warms before we return to our cooling ocean breezes and daily fog that creeps in on little You-Know-Whats!


 

Thursday, September 3, 2020

A Modest Proposal

So Human, I've been thinking. I have come to see our building's hallway, stairs and little lobby as natural extensions of our apartment.

I would like to negotiate a new arrangement. First, a once-a-day excursion seems awfully restrictive. I propose three: One late morning, one mid-afternoon, and one before bedtime.

Also, it's a little humiliating to have you babysitting me out there. Just leave the front door open, and I'll come in when I am good and ready.

Wednesday, September 2, 2020

Wordless Wednesday:
Can I Help You With Something?






Surely you did not track me down in such a stalkeratti-ish way for no good reason?

I'd love to assist you in solving your problem.



Tuesday, September 1, 2020

Breaking News! Caught on Video!
She Kicked Me in the Face

 

P.S. This is one of those brooding, slow-moving Nordic art films. 
To save yourselves some misery, the action sequence 
begins around :58. Feel free to skip ahead!

Monday, August 31, 2020

It's M-m-m-m-my Pagoda!


Well, okay, yes, I know that *strictly speaking* this is not a pagoda.

But look--I live in a modest apartment in the middle of a city and what would the likes of me be doing with a pagoda anyway?

However, mere steps away in the park, there is a real pagoda:


Located at the edge of Stow Lake in Golden Gate Park where the Human likes to walk, there is a real, genu-wine pagoda that was a gift from Taipei in 1981. It is a super popular place for wedding photos and all kinds of other Human frivolities. And you know what? *I* would like to have this pagoda. We don't have a yard though, and I think it's too big for the living room. 
Pity. I would feel quite royal on a silken pillow right in the center.

Sunday, August 30, 2020

Sunday Selfie: "I Should Have Named You Dusty"


. . . she says, just like it was nuffing insulting. Well, Kitties, I *am* insulted nonetheless.

I mean, if I *am* dusty, and I am neither confirming or denying any such thing, whose fault is that really?

Do *I* do (or more likely, not do) the housework here at Chez Spittola and the Human? I mean, do Kings vacuum? 

Well, I am sure you get my drift: Not the Kitty's fault.


 

Saturday, August 29, 2020

Caturday Fill-ins

  
So the Human is old and addled and apparently so am I, especially when I am distracted by a sunny window. So of course we fuddled our way through Friday, minus the Fill-Ins. We hope we are still allowed to answer them, even though it is already Caturday!


Our friends at 15 and Meowing Four-Legged Furballs created these intriguing Friday (Caturday) Fill-Ins:

1. Being a feline is a privilege.
2. I was so embarrassed when the Human made me post that snuggly picture yesterday, but now I am kinda proud of myself.
3. I can’t help but smile when I think about the LadyCats.
4
. Absolutely everything has gotten out of hand.



Friday, August 28, 2020

True Confession: My Feral Card . . .



 . . . I'm afraid I have burned it. And quite a long time ago, too,  if the truth be told.

On this chilly afternoon, I snuggled in hard between the Human and the arm of the chair.

And I purred and I purred and I purred.

There! I've said it! I dare you to mock me! 

Actually, go ahead and mock me. I deserve it. 

Thursday, August 27, 2020

Felines at Rest, Real and Imagined

 I'm a Good Boy, I am.


Is this guy a Good Boy too? 


And the Survey Says. . . 
Still an open question!


Tuesday, August 25, 2020

Sweet Toesday

 I don't often show off my toes, but when I do they're the best toes!

Monday, August 24, 2020

Spittilocks & the Two Bears

The Human wanders through the streets with her phone, looking for things she can post on my blog. Understandably, I am less than thrilled about this.







The bear on the left is City Bear. He has lived the hard-knock life on San Francisco's mean streets and emerged battered and begrimed, but unbroken. He may be reduced to panhandling under a streetlamp, but he retains his dignity and independence.


Suburban Bear, on the other hand, is pristine and unmarked, slumped on a bench outside a fancy little Sausalito shop, waiting for his Human to stuff him inside his little wagon and drag him through the streets. Soooo humiliating!

Sunday, August 23, 2020

Sunday Selfie: You Shouldn't Creep Up on Me

Sometimes, when I am startled, I cannot control where my teefs and claws 

end up. Really, you should know that by now, Human.

Saturday, August 22, 2020

Caturday Outrage!

This Caturday I hide my handsome face in shame
to be a San Franciscan.


You kitties and Humans with photographic memories and too much time on your hands (or possibly too little occupying your mighty brains!) might remember our post from August 5 concerning delightful pandemic art, including this sweet little penguin family:

Well! The other day as the Human and her friend strolled through the tiny park, they were appalled to see that this whole wall had been painted over!  


Today the mystery was explained in this Cole Valley Improvement Association newsletter:


Well, I never!


Friday, August 21, 2020

Fantastic Furs and Friday Fill-Ins

 


Our friends at 15 and Meowing & Four-Legged Furballs created these intriguing Friday Fill-Ins:

1. I feel like Humans say "I feel like" all the time.

2. I wish I could exchange My Defective Human for Miss Megan from Sydney.

3. It’s time for me to have another high quality nap.

4. Biting my Human is really tempting these days because she is sitting on my chair too much.

Thursday, August 20, 2020

Human Politics?

 Who cares?  Here's the most impawtant issue:  


Fevvers?


0r


Furs?


Tuesday, August 18, 2020

Underappreciated

Well, I never! A day late and a dollar short. Ten dollars short, if you ask me.  Maybe a thousand!

Black Cat Appreciation day came and went with nary a cuddle, treat or even a good wish. Honestly, just when you think you've got her well in paw, she pulls something like this. It's an outrage, Kitties!

Monday, August 17, 2020

Cold Pack Confrontation

So Furiends, as I have complained ad nauseam about the hots, today I will not complain at all! (The Human might want to, though.)  At left is that spendy cooling pad that the Human shelled out a lot of green papers for. I inspected it carefully and thoughtfully, and then walked away. I was scooped up like a sack of potatoes and re-placed on it several times, but the outcome was always the same. Sometimes it takes her awhile to absorb a lesson. 
Later, she wrapped an ancient $2.99 cold pack in an old hand towel and let me have that. And it was purrfect.

Sunday, August 16, 2020

Sunday Selfie: It's Hot, Kitties, and I Mean Hot

Friday:       99℉
Saturday:   93℉

Now at first glance, this may not seem so very horrifying, but in a city where the mean August temperature is 68 degrees, it is not pretty, my furiends. You can trust me on this one. 

Also, because of that delightful average, almost no place has air conditioning, except movie theaters and hermetically sealed office buildings. And certainly not rent-controlled apartments in century-old buildings.

So she did buy me a very spendy cooling bed, which arrived today. Of course, cats being who they are, I have thus far refused to use it. It is, after all, the immutable law of felines that the more expensive the item, the lower the likelihood that Kitty will eat it/play with it/lie upon it. 

Saturday, August 15, 2020

Good News/Bad News

So, Kitties, the Good News is that after a long, long drought, my beloved Kitty Grass is back for a return engagement in my daily diet! 

NomNomNomNomNom

The not-so-good (okay, Bad) News is that I am no longer allowed free access to eat as much as I want, whenever I want, which should be my right as a member of the feline family!

She says, But Spitty, you'd eat and eat and eat until you threw up, and then five minutes later you'd do it again. And again. And again. She says, I was tired of wiping it up and wiping it up and wiping it up!  

To which I say, And so?

Yeah, well, NOW the system has changed without any democratic vote being taken. And here's what happens: She plucks five or six measly blades and feeds them to me. And don't get me wrong: It is super-exciting! And I don't hork them up. And then later I can have some more.
I mean, I'm glad to have it, but it is sort of humiliating to be treated like an out of control kitten!

And don't think I can't hear what you're thinking out there. Just keep your traps shut, Humans!


Thursday, August 13, 2020

Why I Am Forced to Hang Out in the Baffroom

So, as some of you may recall, last March I had a pretty big, pretty bad seizure, the cause of which was never identified with any certainty. I am pleased to say I've not had another in the ensuing (nearly) five months.

So, you may well ask, what does this have to do with my hanging out in the bathroom? 

Well, all on her own, absent any medical confirmation, she came to the conclusion that maybe part of the problem was that I had lain too long mere inches from the radiator and fried myself somehow. (Yeah, I know, I don't think so either.)

But she decided from that night forward, the radiators are things of the past. My comfy little hammock was removed and that was that. She decided she would just wear extra sweaters and stuff, and I, after all, had my furs.

That was fine--for *her* as she has lots of warm clothing (and, I would delicately point out, a layer or six of body fat). I, however, am quite small and slender under my glorious furs, and had to somehow make do.

Well, this is where the bathroom comes in. In the very spot I am lying upon, the floor is extra cozy warm, as the building's boiler room is directly below, keeping that little section of floor toasty warm, but not not nearly so fiery hot as the radiators.

And to be fair, she does supply many blankets. But still.


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Friendly Fill-Ins: Our furiends at 15andMeowing came up with the first two and their co-host, Lorianne of Four-Legged Furballs, came up with the second two. I did #1 & #3 and the Human answered #s 2 & 4:

1. I like ketchup on the tips of my claws because it makes people wonder.

2.  Cilantro reminds me of soap, and yet I like it

3. It pains me to admit I seek, rather than avoid, cuddles. I'm so ashamed.

4. I can’t read without falling asleep.

Sun Salutation and Morning Ambulation

While I do my morning yoga, the Human usually takes a short walk to clear her head so she can be at her best for our boring pandemic life. I think it is a hopeless endeavor, but it gets her outta the house and outta my furs for awhile, so hey-ho, okay by me.
To amuse herself, she takes pictures of random things she finds along the way. Because she does not have her own blog, she wishes to share some here occasionally. We'll see how it goes.


Little Broken Barbie here met her demise in front of our building. She may have been trying for the Venus de Milo look, but . . . nope.

So these were rather neatly tossed on a bench in the park. Since the shoes are unscuffed and the bag still had its price tag, Sherlock and I surmise that they were probably shoplifted by someone who later decided they did not suit her (or his) fashion sense. In a less virus-conscious time, the Human might have checked them out herself. 

This lovely neighbor cat drew the Human's attention this very morning. She went up to the window and started talking to the sweet kitty. But oddly, the kitty did not check her out. Or talk back. Or breathe. In fact, as you have all no doubt figured out a WHOLE lot faster than the Human, this was not a RealKitty© at all, but rather a serene and silent stuffie. To be fair the Human did not have her glasses on. But still . . . really?