I Mean, It Was Only Polite

Semper Paratus

Like the Coast Guard, Spitty never sleeps. Not with both eyes closed at the same time, anyway.

Apparently

it is now my job to hold the 
curtains open for myself if 
I wish to have a bit of sun.

Honestly, can the Human do
nothing to help me around 
here? 

Must I do everything? 
Where's the Justice?

(Very Late) Sunday Selfie

I was headed for an Easter-Egg coma so I had to set the timer and all before I passed out. 

Wake me before April Fool's Day, okay?

Hoppy Easter, Kitties & Humans!

All I have to say is, These had best be filled with Gerber's chick-hen.

Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are . . .

You know, Nope. I don't *think* so. I'm doing just fine here, right where I am. Thanks, though.

What's Wrong With This Picture?

Can you find 
a)  Withered and nearly unpalatable kitty grass?
b)  An empty Amazon box not even on the floor for my use?
c)  Random Christmas-related items haphazardly placed so as to pose a danger of falling on the kitty?
d) Food inconveniently placed so as to keep it away from the ant armies?