Boneheaded Box Boy Blues

"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::

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Friendly Fill-Ins

Our friends at 15 and Meowing came up with the first two sentences and Four-Legged Furballs came 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.

Hug Street News

Somewhere around the Fourth of July, an imaginative soul 'defaced' a nearby street sign in quite an endearing way:

Perhaps inspired by the redesign, I allowed some paw-in-hand-holding, a treat for the Human (claws in!) and no big deal for me, as I was 98% blissed out in the sun:

(Not Very) Wordless Wednesday: The Birds

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. 

Oh, For the Lost Era of Silent Movies

This action-packed little movie could have stood very well

all on its own, with nothing to distract from the perfection

that is Yours Truly.

Oh, but Noooooooooooo, she had to start running her mouth.

As usual.

Would You Like to Step Into My ManCave?

Honestly, I'd advise against it though. There's really only room for one* and I have very sharp claws.
*This rule applies mostly to Humans. I mean, I could always make room for a cuddly LadyCat, or two.

Sunday Selfie: Hey, You Kids Get Off My Lawn!

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

Moi? I Had Nuffing to Do With This

Just a little game of Slappy Paws gone 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.