And Just What Is Going On Here?

(a)  I am tuning up for my concert with with a purrfect rendition of Che Gelida Manina from La Bohème

(b)  I am wailing in grief over Santiago Casilla's disastrous 9th inning against the Braves today

(c)  I am yawning in luxurious comfort as I warm my backside in front of the Radiator Goddess

(d)  I am crying because the Human is scolding me for swiping her just a little when she petted me wrong. (Yes, yes, she bleeded the tiniest bit. So?)

Sunday Selfie: Well! I Never! Sooooo Norty!

Meow, meow, black Cat
Have you any furs?
Yes, sir; yes, sir
And I'm full of purrs.

One for my Human,
And one for my buds,
And the rest for the LadyCats who like us good studs. 

Pausing for BlogPaws

You mean OTHER kitties' Humans took them to the Big Event? And I, I, Spitty the Kitty,  am stuck here at home with my germy, miserable excuse for a Human who did not even offer to take me (not that she even went herself, but that's beside the point).
Well, phffft to her, say I.
So be it then. I am on strike until I can get some decent service around here. Or until the end of the weekend. Whichever comes first.

Memorial Day

Father to my dear cousin Marie Ann, 

Brother to my mother and her siblings, 

Uncle to all the cousins,

and Godfather to my Human.

Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho . . .

Eh.

Same old, same old.

A boy just has to make 
his own fun around here.
At least Stampo wanted 
to play with me.

Useless Human: Day 4.

We'll Be Back

The Human has the sick--a bad cold? the flu? I mean, really, who knows?

She's useless.

I'm guessing it's going to be a few days till she can stay upright long enough to help me post. Good  thing it's a long weekend.