(Not Really Wordless) Whisker Wednesday

 To the untrained observer, it may appear that I am staring absently into space as I lounge about:

To the discerning eye, however, it is obvious that I am concentrating all my considerable might on regrowing that missing left-side White Whisker. 

Sunday Selfie: Apparently, I'm a Bad Boy

After 16-1/2 years of being completely trustworthy with regard to Christmas trees, I chose December 26, 2020, to decide that batting the ornaments around might be pretty darn entertaining.

So I did. Bat. Bat, bat. Bat bat bat. Batbatbatbatbatbat.

The Human was not amused, and I was bodily removed and spoken to very disrespectfully. In fact, she got downright shirty with me.

Spitty this, Spitty that, blahblahblahblahblah. To tell you the truth, I stopped listening once she took that tone with me. 

Can you blame me?

Guess Which Ornament Is My Favorite?

It's not really a very hard question.

  

                        

A                                           B

 Well, did you get it right?

Sunday Selfie: Wake Me After Santa's Been Here

 Surely this year I'll get that pony! Right?

Spitty's Christmas Song

You better shed fur
You better be bad
You better not purr
Or I'm gonna be mad
Spitty Claws is coming to town
I'm making a list
I'm checking it twice
I'm gonna find out who's been over-nice
Spitty Claws is coming to town
I see you when you're sleeping
I know when you're awake
I know if you've been bad or good
So be bad for goodness sake
You better watch out!
Do what you prefer
You'd best not obey, 

'Cause you can be sure
Spitty Claws is coming to town

Sunday Selfie: Why Don't You Come Up and See Me Sometime?

Happy Sunday, Furiends! 

Yes, I know today's selfie is from the same set of pictures as my last post (just a couple days ago, I say with a certain amount of pride. I didn't even have to make her bleed, either--well, not much anyway). And honestly, I think I look very fetching here--what LadyCat could resist this face? (OK, I know, I know. There must be one somewhere!)

So it's been pretty quiet around the castle lately. That whole knee thing kinda blew up after our last November post -- stitches got infected, turns out there was a small fracture, and some bone spurs got shattered (hurray for that last item!) She was popping antibiotics like candy. And of course she used it as an excuse to be pretty uncooperative with my very reasonable requests.

Anyway, here we are, locked down once again as the virus rampages through the Bay Area, praying that all the scary Human political nonsense comes to an end, and hoping for the vaccines to get here ASAP so I can get her out of my house and nap in peace once again. 

 

Thin-Skinned Thursday

Oh pish-tosh! Not me, Sillies. H-E-R. It's not *my* fault she's so old and slow, and yet too stoopy to understand that her days of playing rousing games of slappy paws with Yours Truly should have ended like 10 years ago. 

I'm going to insist she post this now because if she had her way she'd natter on about the 27 things that interfered with her helping me post and I would just get madder and madder at her for all her many failings and then there'd be more blood everywhere. I missed all you kitties & your Humans too.