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.

 

It's 93°

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

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 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 Selfie: Up the Down Staircase

Or down the up staircase. Or something. 

 

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.

Practicing My Pliés and My Jetés

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 ⭐!