This'n'That

Why, hello Kitties!

On a rainy day like today...

I like to think back on better times (like yesterday) when the sun was bright, the bed was warm, and the Human mostly left me alone to bathe in peace!

P.S. to FLH

Separated at birth?

Our friend William of Mass Destruction . . .

                                                              . . . and '60's teen heart-throb Paul Anka?

The Elephant in the Room

All right, I've been posting here for seven or eight months, and it's time to confront the ugly truth:

Some Humans (rude, ill-bred ones) believe I have a Freakishly Large Head (henceforth known as FLH). There. It's out in the open now.

As you can see, I am not exactly pleased about this:

It was the Dad of Aggie and Wally, little Hellions both, who first applied the FLH label to me when I was a mere slip of a boy, and I gotz ta tell you, I thought about hurting him bad. Nowadays, he tries to pooh-pooh the whole debacle, saying that the rest of me has "grown into" my FLH, but frankly I find that patronizing, not to mention too little, too late.

I have come to embrace my outsize cranium.

It's where I keep my Giant Brain.

Flat Cat

As much as I would like to blame the Human for yet another failing, I cannot in good conscience (and, yes, I do too have one!) allow anykitty to think that she starves me. I am just a naturally light eater, uninterested in treats, even the ones the Kitties Who Came Before found irresistible. Sad, is it not?

The only treat to which I can be counted on to succumb is The Baby Meats. Yep, show me a Gerber label and I am putty in your hands. The Human likes to save that for really special occasions so that I do not become immune to its allure.

Because it was 78 freaking degrees here at 7:15 this evening, I was draped artfully on the Human's bed, where you can once again (a) bemoan my puny state, or (b) admire the lean mean machine that is Spitty. Take your pick!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, now that's better!

The Baseball, it is over!

Back to what's really important: Good sun, good ear-flattening yawn, good sharpening, good stretch! Could life BE any better? Well, as a matter of fact, yes it could. Bring on the foods, Human!

Toe-Bean Tuesday

I don't think I have ever featured my beauteous toe-beans before. Well, no time like the present:

While it may appear that the left-side beans are lighter than the right, it is only the action of the sun that makes it so. In reality, all my toe-beans are beautifully black as night! The orange highlights are the Human's last-ditch effort to hang onto the Giants' theme (for those living a happily baseball-free life, the Giants' team colors are orange and black).

The Human wonders if she'd get fired if she ditched work to attend the victory parade? Be careful, Human! We need this roof over our heads!

Yes, it IS our year!

Kitties, In view of this evening's extraordinary events, I am allowing the Human this one final intrusion into my blog.

Oh, wait....Make that "Home of . . .

The World Champion 

San Francisco Giants!