No, now get your minds out of the gutter, Kitties and Humans! Or wait--
maybe I *am* that kind of PlayBoy too, and that's just a fine thing indeed.
But today, what concerns us is the PLAY part of PlayBoy. Ancient as I am, I retain a sort of growly-kittenlike fondness for several of my toys, including my green fishie sent to me long ago by my loyal, royal friend Punapippuri, King Kittycat of Finland(N), which you may remember from last Tuesday. My choice today, however, is an older-than-me cheap
bamboo back-scratcher with a little hand at the top (minus its thumb, which was lost in the Great Back-Scratcher incident of 1997).
What I like to do is, I like to put the bitey on the little bamboo hand part. It's good practice.
Mr. (Gray) Chonko and Mrs. (Black) Chonko are two ferals that the Human feeds twice a week (don't worry though--other peeps feed them all the other days). Although normally I would be offended at her being with Other Cats, I do not begrudge the Mr. & Mrs. their daily foods (though as you might guess from their nickname, they lack the lean and hungry look of true ferals, who actually have to kill their own dinners). They are elderly for feral cats, at about 12 for Gray Boy and 10 or so for the Mrs. They are accustomed enough to the Human now that they don't bolt in fear, though Mr. Chonko is braver than his other half. The Human has become very fond of them, though they don't allow touching, and even if they did, she wouldn't, as they should not become too complacent around Humans.
"Hey, Human. I've been thinking about getting a part-time job to earn a little extra cash. LadyCats are expensive, you know--good-quality food, 'nip, soft beddies. What do you think?" "That's a nice idea, Spits, but what are you qualified to do? I mean, you'll need a skill set to get hired in these recessionary times." "I've heard there are people who hire Box Boys!Hey, I'm a pro--I bet I could make a ton of money doing that, right?" ::crickets::
Friendly Fill-Ins Our friends at 15 and Meowing came up with the first two sentences andFour-Legged Furballscame up with the second two. 1. If you want laptime, you have to pay me in brushies. 2.During the month of August, I plan to conduct an annual performance review of my Human. 3. Others might think it’s strange that I can smell butter from 20 yards away. 4.2021 seems so far away, but it's not.
The other day, the Human and her friend went for a nice (masked, socially-distant) walk near Spreckels Lake, along the northern edge of Golden Gate Park. These big ole Canada Gooses were planted in the sun and sullenly refused any urging to Step Aside. Tippy-toeing oh-so-carefully, the Human and her friend gingerly zig-zagged their way through the flock without being pecked to death. It was all a little too Hitchcockian for her.
And to be honest, for me too, even just in a picture.
Honestly, I'd advise against it though. There's really only room for one* and I have verysharp claws. *This rule applies mostly to Humans. I mean, I could always make room for a cuddly LadyCat, or two.
The Human more than qualifies to be called, "Hey, Boomer!" and she says that even though *I* was born in 2004, in reality I am even older than she is. I didn't think that was even possible. I am not really sure how that works and all, but I do find myself growing crankier and less tolerant of tomfoolery these days. I lack a certain patience I used to have, and I move a lot faster to just drawing blood to get what I want. And, really, there's nothing wrong with that! P.S. to catladymac: I don't really post on Facebook but sometimes the Human helps me comment on posts by our Human and Feline furiends! Her name on FB is Mary Lee but to be honest, she is usually too lazy to post anything there either! Thanks for visiting me! ~StK
Just a little game of Slappy Pawsgone wrong because she is so stupidly slow, is all.
So, yeah, we haven't posted for "awhile." The Human says she's lost her blogging mojo, which is really a damn shame since *I* have not lost mine. She does help me hang out on Facebook sometimes, which is where I read a sentence that filled me with joy and inspiration, enough that I nagged the Human till she gave in and helped me post.
And what sentence was that, you ask? Well, Cathy Keisha said, "My outrageously long dew claw got stuck on Pop's hand while I was biting him."Ha ha ha! I can't say that's why the Human had this little accident, but honestly, I can't really rule it out either.
I miss everybody! I can't guarantee the Human will snap out of her Pandemic Funk, but believe me, I will do my best to keep 'reminding' her.
The Human has been the eensiest bit obsessed with finding houses that people have decorated in, um, unusual ways. The top one is a church on 6th Avenue near where we live, above left is a super-cool place on Hayes Street featuring California poppies, and above right is a fun little beachy-themed place right across the street from the ocean.
But the very best part of any sandwich is the filling, n'est-ce pas?
Now, My Dear Feline Furiends, I do understand that this picture makes it appear that I am some sort of Princess-and-the-Pea kind of guy. And it is hard to deny that indeed there are quite a few layers of comfortable padding here. And to all that, I say: "So?"
So I have the Human firmly in paw and many are the evenings I make her life a living hell the tiniest bit uncomfortable if she does not allow me out into the hallway of our building to have adventures. At left, I have already been one floor up (there's another); at right, I am yearning to explore the third floor, though I know she wishes me to head into home. Which shall it be, Kitties? Which shall it be?
My Human needs some toys to get her through these dull days of quarantine life, but honestly I don't feel like lending her mine. You know? You just can't trust that Humans are going to be careful with them. I think she might lose one and be too lazy to go find it again.
In these very trying times, we send our best love to all of our friends, feline and human, and hope you all have a fine Easter day with lots of chocolate (humans) and toonas (kitties).
We know we have been gone for a long time, and this time she does at least have a reason. About two-and-a-half weeks ago, Yours Truly had a seizure. After lots of investigation, they have not come up with a cause, so we are proceeding cautiously. The Powers That Be say they do not want to put a kitty on meds on the basis of one incident, and I am pleased about that! I got a non-alarming bill of health, and have been fine since. I am eating like a little piglet, enjoying my playtimes, irritating the Human for sport, and sleeping like the Champ I have always been. My only real complaint is that she stares at me, and I am sure many of you older kitties understand that. It's just unnerving, isn't it?
Anyway, we're back (on our regularly irregular schedule) and hope to be around more often. (::glares at the Human::)
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Today I must say farewell to my Beloved Iza-Lambie, who slipped off to the Bridge just yesterday, leaving Mark, Marley and Ayla to comfort one another as they mourn their beautiful girl. Iza-Lambie stole this mancat's heart with her enchanting silken tum, her feisty-yet-loving nature, her gleefully mischievous plans, and of course her inner and outer beauty. I will see you again, sweet girl.
Happy Sunday, Kitties and Peeps!My life is going along just fine, as it always has. But honestly, the whining and crying from the Human is well-nigh intolerable. She wants to go out, she wants to go to movies and restaurants and parks and stuff. At first she got all excited because the Powers That Be said people could go outside for some exercise, as long as they observed "social distancing," but then they said "except for the elderly" and, let me tell you, she's a textbook case of that. Strictly speaking, so am I, but we'll leave that discussion for another time, shall we? We hope you are all doing well in these troubled times, and if your Human is making you crazy these days, well, Welcome to the Club, My Brothers and Sisters.
Lincoln Way (upper left) is usually the second-busiest street on this side of the city, but not this morning; 4th Avenue (which runs along the side of our building) was likewise deserted, as was Golden Gate Park, save for a random dog-walker or jogger. The Human says the park was kind of nice that way. Me, I'm bored with this already. You?
Hello Kitties! Well, we are living in interesting times, are we not? My life is unchanged, of course, as (except for occasional Hallway Adventures) this place has always been my world. The same, however, cannot be said of my Human. She is accustomed to flitting here and there whenever she pleases, and these couple days of confinement have made her fretful and cranky. Honestly, she hasn't even really managed "confinement" as she went to Sonoma yesterday to visit old friends (keeping appropriate social distance!) and tomorrow she is planning to go to her regular Meals on Wheels shift. Maybe all this time on her hands will convince her to help me blog more? Wouldn't it be nice to think so? We hope all our friends are keeping well!
Since 1890, Golden Gate Park has had bison. The current herd is made up of five adult females. About a week ago, as part of the park's 150th anniversary celebration, five yearlings were added! Right now they are quarantined in the smaller north pasture (behind the far fence) but they'll be integrated with the grownup ladies at the beginning of April.
Since the :30 video lacks an appropriate soundtrack (the Human's skills are so very limited), you can play this as you watch:
I know it was a mere month ago that we first wrote about our feral furiends. But the Human is just ridiculously pleased that Sweet Gray Boy has begun to trust her more--this tiny video is from Sunday, February 23. And lest any LadyCats might be disappointed . . .
I think I'm safe here in my sweet little cube. But just blocks away in the midst of the Urban Jungle, lurks a small, all-female herd. Their names are Betsy, Bailey, Bellatrix, Buttercup, Bambi and Brunhilda. Honestly, though, I don't think they're very pretty.
The Human and her friend visited them Saturday. Thank Cod they didn't invite one home.
P.S. I am sorry we disappeared for such a long time. *I* have something to say every day, but apparently *she* cannot be persuaded that this is a "priority." Phffffft.
Hi Kitties, Here I am, awake again. At my age, that's an accomplishment, don't you think? The Human dragged out one of my favorite toys of days gone by. (She is sorry to say it is made of real rabbit furs, a fact she did not know when she purchased it.) Me, I don't care about such things. I just care that it's intoxicating!
So apparently I am no longer the "only child" I have always believed myself to be. A few months ago, the Human joined a small, informal group that feeds some feral kitties in the city (who are all spayed and neutered and well fed and cared for). Once a week, she feeds and checks up on two kitties within pretty easy walking distance of our house. (But not to worry that they are only fed one time a week! They are cared foreveryday by other people who are not my Human). She has to be careful not to try to touch them or interact much, as they are in a busy area where it might not be safe for them to get too friendly with people. This is a little black-and-white girl having her Saturday brunch this morning. Her male companion, a lovely big gray boy, is not so trusting of the Human and he tries to stay well out of sight while he has his noms. Ordinarily I am not much for sharing the Human, but I can live with this, especially given my own origins. As long as she does not get any cray-cray ideas about bringing anykitty home with her!
My fantabulous Secret Paws. the wonderful Peaches and Paprika, sent me this comfy tent which I love. And then yesterday the Human went all the way out to PetSmart in the scary rain and hail and spent her own hard-earned cash to buy me a nice little gray and white beddy with stars ★★★ on it to put inside my cozy tent. Sometimes the Humans surprise us, eh?
Hello Kitties! Yes, it's me, doing an actual Sunday Selfie. Not that I'm awake for it, you understand. No, on Sunday, Spitty snoozes. It's a rule. Just like all the other days. The Human's not much better, you know, what with her Sunday afternoon nappies. She didn't want me to tell on her like that, but Spitty don't take no orders from no stoopy Humans.
Kittens: Cover your eyes! Some vegetables aren't meant to be seen by those of tender years. The Human volunteers once a week at Meals on Wheels, packing and then delivering groceries to MoW clients. She feels she has become something of an expert on Weird Vegetables. And in her estimation, the very weirdest of all the vegetables is the lowly carrot. Over the years, carrots have provided many occasions of mirth, but this carrot?
Well, Kitties, this is a carrot for the ages. Grown adults pretty much lost it.
Myself, I find such third-grade humor unsophisticated and puerile. But she titters every time she looks at it. Why am I not surprised?
Oh wait . . . it is 2020! How the heck did that happen, and why am I a week late in wishing all of you a Happy New Year? (But honestly, don't we all know the answer to that?) I got a new fisharoo from my wonderful Secret Paws, Peaches and Paprika, and it is my very favorite thing now. I put the bitey on it and enter a trance-like state. The Human's "working on things." Or so she says. Don't hold your breff is my advice.