Spittilocks & the Two Bears

The Human wanders through the streets with her phone, looking for things she can post on my blog. Understandably, I am less than thrilled about this.

The bear on the left is City Bear. He has lived the hard-knock life on San Francisco's mean streets and emerged battered and begrimed, but unbroken. He may be reduced to panhandling under a streetlamp, but he retains his dignity and independence.

Suburban Bear, on the other hand, is pristine and unmarked, slumped on a bench outside a fancy little Sausalito shop, waiting for his Human to stuff him inside his little wagon and drag him through the streets. Soooo humiliating!

Sunday Selfie: You Shouldn't Creep Up on Me

Sometimes, when I am startled, I cannot control where my teefs and claws 

end up. Really, you should know that by now, Human.

Caturday Outrage!

This Caturday I hide my handsome face in shame
to be a San Franciscan.

You kitties and Humans with photographic memories and too much time on your hands (or possibly too little occupying your mighty brains!) might remember our post from August 5 concerning delightful pandemic art, including this sweet little penguin family:

Well! The other day as the Human and her friend strolled through the tiny park, they were appalled to see that this whole wall had been painted over!  

Today the mystery was explained in this Cole Valley Improvement Association newsletter:

Well, I never!

Fantastic Furs and Friday Fill-Ins

 

Our friends at 15 and Meowing & Four-Legged Furballs created these intriguing Friday Fill-Ins:

1. I feel like Humans say "I feel like" all the time.

2. I wish I could exchange My Defective Human for Miss Megan from Sydney.

3. It’s time for me to have another high quality nap.

4. Biting my Human is really tempting these days because she is sitting on my chair too much.

Human Politics?

 Who cares?  Here's the most impawtant issue:  

Fevvers?

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Furs?

Underappreciated

Well, I never! A day late and a dollar short. Ten dollars short, if you ask me.  Maybe a thousand!

Black Cat Appreciation day came and went with nary a cuddle, treat or even a good wish. Honestly, just when you think you've got her well in paw, she pulls something like this. It's an outrage, Kitties!

Cold Pack Confrontation

So Furiends, as I have complained ad nauseam about the hots, today I will not complain at all! (The Human might want to, though.)  At left is that spendy cooling pad that the Human shelled out a lot of green papers for. I inspected it carefully and thoughtfully, and then walked away. I was scooped up like a sack of potatoes and re-placed on it several times, but the outcome was always the same. Sometimes it takes her awhile to absorb a lesson. 
Later, she wrapped an ancient $2.99 cold pack in an old hand towel and let me have that. And it was purrfect.