Sunday Selfie: Taking Back What's Mine

Now listen: I like Buddy well enough (most of the time) 

but I have had it with his usurpation of The Sunday Selfie post on my blog--

especially since it seems that mostly it's the only post we get these days.

So I feel you should get to see not one, not two, but three* 

photos of me-beautiful-me taken this very morning!

* NB: That's a strip of lovely black furs on my pantaloons.

And most definitely not anything else!

Sunday Selfie: Invisible Kitten

Gigi is not that pleased that I am getting a Sunday Selfie all to myself, but I am pretty happy about it. I will make it up to her. 

The Human wonders if there might be some little Buddies running around somewhere. To be honest, I don't really know myself--but I'd kinda like to think I got some use from my equipment before it was all rudely snatched away. 

As you can see, I am a champion sleeper -- I took the gold in the 2018 Olympics but I've retired now. 🏅 Competition is so exhausting.

Sunday Selfie: Happy Valentine's Day, Furiends!

Pffft, I say. I mean, he's nice in his giant galumphing way, but I do not do cuddles with The Human, so mostly he's a convenience when I get to feeling chummy. But heavens! No, he's not, like, my Valentine or nuffing!

Well, I think she's a darn cute girlcat, and I like her. I follow her from room to room and I really like to curl up next to her. She's so very soft and pretty.

We both hope you all have a very Happy Valentine's (or Palentine's) Day!

Sunday Selfie: We've Been Busy

Well, I suppose that depends on your definition of 'BUSY', doesn't it? What it seems to mean around here is the Human goes about her activities and mostly leaves us to our own devices during the daytime. We make our own fun.

Sometimes, when Buddy gets tired of wreaking havoc in Bethlehem, and I have whapped the floppy fish into submission (Thanks, Auntie Karin!), I let him join me in a sunpuddle. Friday, I even allowed him to rest his ginormous smelly BoyCat paws on my sweet little tum. I don't know what came over me; just LOOK at the size of them, compared to my delicate little GirlCat feetz. 

He's just HUGE.

Sunday Selfie: Take Some Cat Love

At last . . . front and center on my own blog! It's been furever since I didn't 

have to share  with that tabby barbarian.

And I have a little story for you, and your people too.

The Human was out walking a couple of weeks ago, and came upon this:

Take some cat love?  Well, sure! She's on board with that!

So of course she took some.

Because, really, isn't life still pretty weird for all the Humans?

Sunday Selfie: Happy 2022!

 

Tales of the Tailios

 

Gigi has quite a nice tailio, I think. It is thick, and multicolored, and contrasts nicely with her snowy furs. Mine is so-so; it's long enough I guess, but not floofy, and so looks a bit anemic for my body type. I think I would be handsomer if I had more heft in my rear appendage.

 

We've Been Good, Santa!

Here it is the week before Christmas, and what is simple-minded Buddy posting about? Right! Me whapping ornaments and him smashing angels. Get with the program, brother!

I am going to have to be more strict about previewing and editing his posts. 

But to do that, I need to stay awake, and napping is so tempting....

 

Sunday Selfie: So Many Things, So Little Time

You already know what a Very Good Boy I am, so that's not really the issue here.

No, the real issue is how irresponsible and unreasonable it is of the Human to put out all these Angels and expect Gigi and me to show the kind of superfeline restraint that should not be expected from even the most domesticated of kitties, which we certainly are not!

Now Gigi is more an ornament-batting kind of gal. Me, I prefer my victims to have faces, and to silently scream in shock and dismay when they are rudely dumped on their keisters (do angels even have those?) 

So far, I have spared them. But temptation is strong and there are still many days till Crispmouse. Stay tuned!
 

Close Encounters of the Buddy Kind

Since arriving here this summer, the Overgrown Tabby and I have kept a respectful distance between us. I do whap him if he gets in my way (I was here first, and I'm a feisty girlcat; he came a month later, and is a big, lumbering, not-all-that-bright boy. I mean, when he crosses my path without prior approval, I hit him). Isn't that the Way of the Girlcat?

So imagine how surprised our Human was this morning to find us very nearly snuggling on the bed, as the sunshine streamed in after days of gloom. It was all going really well, too, until Buddy overstepped his bounds and stuck his nosicle in places it absolutely did not belong. Did I whap him? I will let you draw your own conclusions about that.

Enough of That Overgrown Tabby! *I* Am Adorable, You Know

When I first got here, I did not permit the Human to pet me, even though I really did want to. After a while, I decided maybe it might feel very nice, and it does. I go all melty and purry. You-Know-Who gets all jealous though, and comes and butts his giant head on her arm so he can get his share. I am not thrilled by this, but she says, I have two hands, Gigi. And sure enough, she does.

 

(Belated) Sunday Selfie: In 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1

 

'Get Off'

 Why should I get off? Does anything look broken to you? Out of place? 

I will take your request under advisement, 

but I warn you that you are unlikely to prevail.

Sunday Selfie: Budzilla Whaps the Wise Guys

My, my. What have we here?

His gift wasn't good enough.  Worse,

it wasn't for me. Whap! One down.

It's a little hard to see, but down near

my paws, Mary & Joseph got whapped too.

My work here is done.

For now.

P.S. He didn't tell you that he flipped Baby Jesus into a face-plant on the manger floor, did he? I thought not. 

~Gigi the Good

Sunday Selfie: Synchronized Sleeping

Here we are again after a long week of the Human's failing to heed our desperate pleas to post, as we are hoping not to repeat that four-month absence from our still-infant blog (the title of which I find unacceptably exclusionary. ~Buddy, the Trustworthy Tabby). 

At least she has acceded to our more-than-reasonable request this evening. Now we must lobby hard to get her to help us visit our new friends, who must wonder about our enforced silence. It just isn't right, Kitties. 

Sunday Selfie: I See You

 

Where's.My.Breakfast?

It's 7:28 a.m. and she's on the computer. Does she not understand that I have not eaten a morsel since maybe 10:30 p.m., like four days ago. 

A few weeks back, the Stabby Place Person said I was getting to be the "F"-word (no, not that one, Sillies--the three-letter one). Does that mean I am no longer going to get my foods, I wonder?

I confess I am more than a little worried, my furiends.

He Licked My Precious FursAnd I Will Never Be the Same

We were enjoying a companionable post-breakfast lie-about 

when I fell asleep on the bed. In the depths of my slumbers, I heard an unmistakable slurping. 

I thought, "Oh good! Stinky Boy is taking a baff!"

Oh Kitties, I have never been so completely wrong in my life!

And here is the fresh evidence. I lodged a complaint with the local magistrate (okay, just the Human) who took an official photograph of the still-damp incriminating evidence. Believe me, Kitties, that wet spot did not come from this sugar-and-spice girlcat. Surely it will dry, right? 

Sunday Selfie: Happy Halloween, Kitties & Humans

 We have a nice treat spidey for later. We hope you do, too.

Buddy:  I wish we didn't have to share him. He's not that big.

Gigi:  Maybe the Human will get us another one.

Buddy:  Yeah, but she'd dead him for us, so it wouldn't be any fun.

Gigi:  Oh, like you've ever killed anything by yourself!

Buddy:  I'm a lover, not a fighter.

Gigi:  You're just a chubby pacifist. Are you even a real cat? 

Buddy:   Well, now you've hurt my feelings

Gigi:  Q.E.D.