Noms again

Today I decided to sort of ignore the Fabulous.New.Fudz that mom went out and hunted yesterday. (Well, of course! C'mon, you didn't think I was really going to eat that freakin' stuff every day, did you?)

I ate my crunchies instead. Oh, by the way, do you mind? I'm trying to have my supper.

Nom-noms

For the longest time, she could not find the GOOD Fancy Feast (I recoil in horror from those chunks of who-knows-what in "gravy"). Because I am such a picky eater, she practically cried the other day when she stumbled upon the "Classic" flavors. She only bought a couple, though, because she wanted to make *sure* they were right (you have no IDEA how many cans of The Wrong Food have been disposed of untouched, heh heh).

So, I am sending her to the market today to snap up more of this treasure before it is gone.

I just love how easy it is to make her do my bidding without lifting a paw. MOL!

Baff time!

Approach.
Consideration.
Exploration.
Ha ha ha ha ha!! It's dry in here of course!
I would NEVER take a baff!

All Fixed Up!

Of course, I'm sort of hiding and making it hard to get a good picture.

She re-loaded Mr. Nippy's tummy with fresh nip tonight, and then put him in the microwave for a few minutes. Mmmmmmm. Heavenly.

I kept my dignity until she was finished with the flashy box, but then Mr. Nippy and I had a good time, if you know what I mean, and I think you do.

Correction!

Oh dear me! If I were a kitteh that felt guilt (which I am not), I might feel a little bad about suggesting that the Woman was cheap when it came to my culinary needs.

In fact, she's very spendy about such things, fulfilling my every whim, so I felt I had to print this correction, even if it does make me look like a bit of a wuss!

WANT!

She drives home on this street every day. She really wants one of these houses on the left, but I don't think that's going to happen, no matter how much bargain cat food she buys.

Tiptoe, please!

Shhhhh.

I'm sleeping in my cozy bed
while it rains.