Happy World Cat Day!

The Continuing Adventures of Miss Madie Mitten Kitten

I luffs . . .

meeeelk . . .

my Big Brofur Wally . . .

and my Daddy.

He makes me purr.

Ambrosia

So after my stressful and dramatic weekend, the Human took pity on me and cracked open a jar of the good stuff (i.e., Gerber Chick-hen-Crack). I inhaled practically the whole jar and then I took to my  Kingly Crown Bed and drifted off to the Land of Nod. 

Life is finger-lickin' good again, Kitties!

Uneasy Sunday

Oh Kitties! I am in hiding in the Pink Beddy today, after being on the receiving end of angry Hisses from Misses yesterday. My sweet, innocent list of wonderful LadyCats got me into more hot water than you can possibly imagine, Kitties! 
Now King Spitty has a headache and needs to nap quietly in between contemplating life as a Trappist Monk (do they let kittehs join, do you know?) or perhaps a member of the Night's Watch.
So I hope you all have a wonderfully easy Sunday, and please, only purrs today. My nerves are all frazzled.

Regular Spitty should be back Monday.

Thinking Allowed

The Pawesome Nerissa of Nerissa's Life gave me this wonderful award the other day. It requires the recipient to list 7 Things He Loves and/or Thinks About. 

Oh pish-tosh! This is gonna be easy! Here they are:


1.  Myself! I think about myself all the time: Am I comfortable? Do I need to pee? Have I eaten enough? Am I thirsty? Is it time for my nap? Has the Human found my soft gray mousie and left it out for me? Is there a sunpuddle somewhere around here? Could I drag my pink beddie over there into it? Are my favorite crunchies in my bowl yet? 


2. LadyCats! When I finish thinking about myself, I think about: The Admiral, Zoey, Katie Isabella, Sascha, Gracie, CK, Nellie, Star, Cory, Katie, Caroline, Salem, The Baby, Grayce, Abby, Iza, Stella, Precious, Savannah, Mahoney, MewMew, Audrey, Sparkle, Binga, Truffle & Brulee, Sassy, Oui Oui, Willow, Taffeta Rose, Allie and all the other glorious LadyCats of the Blogosphere who make me happy to be a ManCat XOXOXO
NB:  In dictating to the Human typist, I meowed: "List some LadyCats here!" Well, you know, she has a poor memory so she wrote a few and then consulted our (mostly alphabetized) blog list. So any LadyCat who feels slighted--please direct all your hisses to her. *I* am innocent! Je suis innocent! No tengo la culpa! Aaaaaugh!


3. Important home furnishings: Is my litter box clean and accessible? Do I need to go use it now? Could I nap first? Where has the Human put my favorite beddies? Are they in their proper places? Should I go check before my nap? I wonder what happened to my cube and my hammick? Why haven't I seen them in awhile?


4. Stupid Human Rules: Don't sit on the dining room table, Stop eating the plant, Please don't barf on the rug, Don't claw at the chair cushion, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. You know, actually, I guess I really don't think much about this.


5. Meals:  Are we running out of my favorite crunchies? Is she going to try to make me eat up what's left of those spendy cans of fancy gourmet cat food that I don't care for? Is breakfast going to be at 6:00 a.m. or 9:30 a.m.? (I can never tell these days--she's soooooo unreliable!) Will she remember to fill both my water bowls? When am I going to get some Gerber's? I mean, I see three new jars in the kitchen but so far nuffing has been offered to the Kitteh. Un-ac-cep-ta-ble!!


6. Unfathomable Human Behavior: Why does she sit in front of a glowing screen for elebenty-sebben hours a day instead of brushing me? Why does she go stand underneath hot gushing water every day when she could just lick herself clean? I mean, I'm not a cuddly sort, but I could help her out with that. Why does she pick up a stupid piece of black plastic and babble into it for hours at a time?  As far as I can tell, nuffing comes out of it--no green papers, no cream, no fudz--nuffing at all.


7. Invisible stuff: What are those little things floating by that the Human seems unable to see? I find them riveting! I also race to the window, drawn by super-fascinating sounds inaudible to the Human.  They are so, um, limited, aren't they?

So, Kitties, those are some of the important topics I think about. Now I will pass the fabulous awardie on to some kitties I would luff to know more about ('course, lots of Kitties already have received this, so if I am so lame as to repeat, I 'pologize in advance):


Ms. Stella
Sassy
Sparkle
Goro & Niko
Prancer Pie

Thanks again, Nerissa! 

Going Goth

The Beauteous Iza graciously agreed to accompany Yours Truly 

on the occasional friendly date, 

if--and only if--I met certain, uh, rather strict conditions.

These conditions included wearing Manly Goth earrings and ::gulp::

a ring through my Nosie (you don't think it's for a leash, do you, Kitties??)

In exchange, she deigned to teleport ofur to Casa Spit-táy

before joining me on a festive romp through the finest of San Francisco's

Goth Clubs!

  

We took this lovely commemorative picture just before setting out on our Club Crawl...

being the purrfect gentleman cat that I am,

I will let her be the one to tell you whether she had a rockin' good time.

I know *I* did!

Not-A-Garden-Tour #16: Crissy Field

A couple of weeks ago, the Human and Aggie and Wally and Madie's Dad

went for a nice walk at Crissy Field, formerly part of the Presidio,

now part of the Golden Gate National Recreation Area--or something.

The path stretches for about two miles or so, 

from Fort Point to the Marina Green.

Here is a long-billed curlew. Hmmm. Does it look curly to you?

No, me neither.

Now here's an original shot, eh? I wonder what it is.

This friendly lady named Aimee Porter was a dog trainer,

who had her sweet & obedient

students pose for us....

except for naughty Gordon, who needed a time out.

Near the end of their walk, they came upon this group of intent visiting science teachers

dutifully absorbed in examining these rocks.

It was too sad to tell them this is all land fill and those interesting rocks

probably came from San Jose or sumfing.

Finally, here's another view of you-know-what.

So "artistic," huh,

there between the palms?