Caturday Naptime

And, oh, Kitties! It was such a good nap, a nap that should've gone down in the annals of Great Naps We Have Known. Except, of course, there she was, flashy box in hand, click, click, click, click, click, click.

Occasionally

I perform welcoming duties for the Chamber of Commerce. I never collect the bridge toll, though.

Wordless Wednesday

I lied. Spitty is never wordless. So here I am, enjoying a nice afternoon sunpuddle.
If the Human really loved me as much as she claims, she'd get me one-a them nice kitteh window seats so I would not have to squeeze myself onto this narrow windowsill where I can barely maintain my balance and might at any moment slip precipitously to the floor and crack my tiny skull. Then she'll be sorry.

Everything's Nommier

. . . when I have my place mat! After a period of intense lobbying by Yours Truly, the Human was finally persuaded to restore my fancy place mat to its rightful place on my tray.

P.S. You know, I am kind of worried that we might run out of candles.

Eternal Vigilance

The Human has no idea of how much work I do around here. Without me to keep an eye on the neighborhood, Bast only knows what kind of crazypants stuff would go on unchecked. Just one frown from Spitty can stop a litterer in his tracks or send psychic messages to the meter maids about which cars to ticket. The specter of Spitty's disapproval discourages graffiti artistes and he can stare down a woofie at 20 paces.

I'm a regular one-cat Neighborhood Watch program.

Sunpuddle Sunday

Ahhhh, Mr. Sun! Welcome to my world.

New! On Demand!

Kitties! Did you all see that great show on the Bird Channel this morning? It was riveting! Riveting!