Wednesday, November 11, 2015

As You Can Plainly See

I am beside myself with irritation that the Human did not spend her exciting day off with ME, her favorite companion ever.

Oh noooooo! Instead she went tooling off to the movies so she could watch her Old Lady crush Tom Hanks in his new movie. And then, and THEN, as if that were not bad enough, she and her friend went out to lunchjust like I wasn't impawtant at all. 

You can tell how agitated and upset I was by the time she got home, can't you? 

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

              Proof Positive

                  the Old Bat's going to hell for sure, now.

Monday, November 9, 2015

Would You Like Some Half & Half?

Help! Quick! Before some confused 
magician whips out his saw!
Shoot! Too late. Bum-mer, eh?

Sunday, November 8, 2015

Sunday Selfie-on-a-Sack



















I have developed a strange and powerful attachment to this grocery bag. Don't judge.

Saturday, November 7, 2015

So Guess Who My Human Met Today?

and if you said the most beauteous and charming Summer, you would be right.

Sweet Summer traveled all the way up the Interstate from SoCal just to meet my Human to compete in a Cat Show where she did *very* well--but we'll let her Human tell you all about that. 

My Human just wants to crow about meeting her and talking to her and even sneaking a gentle pet or six while she was napping. Summer is an awesome kitty!
There's more, but we'll save it for tomorrow.

Friday, November 6, 2015

I Don't Always Nap on Top of My Tower . . .

but when I do, I like to look my floofy best.

Thursday, November 5, 2015

Every Picture Tells a Story

Well, we left our Peace Post up for two days, but as William noted, it doesn't seem to be working. So onward.




















1.  A neighbor had been borrowing the chair at lower right for, like, 8 years. When he finally returned it, the Human was appalled at her former taste in seat covering. But has she done anything about it? Of course not!

2.  More art from myself and Those Who Came Before.

3.  So, I see the Human has not been to the store to purchase new kitty grass, as it is (still) missing from its accustomed spot on the dining room table. Sigh. 'Maybe tomorrow, Spitty,' she tells me, but there's really no conviction in her voice.