Feline Groovy

Hi Kitties! Well, it is several whiskers past nine o'clock and my Human left for her job today at 6:15 in the good old a.of m.  I guess I should feel all grateful or something that she is letting me post this blog entry, even though she says I can't visit all my loyal friends till tomorrow night. I guess this is what she considers good service. I say her standards are pretty low.

Spitty-the-Explorer-Kitty

Hi Kitties!  I'm usually pretty much of a ground-kitty. Except for my tower and my cozy tent, I mostly like life on the down-low. However, once in awhile the Human encourages me to explore some off-the-floor nooks and crannies.
Today, I come to you from what passes for counter space in our kitchen. We reside in a building constructed in 1907 (which gives rise to the question: What happened to the building that was here in 1906? Hmmmmmm, but I digress).  You'd think, wouldn't you, that such an old kitchen would have extensive counter space? I mean, they didn't have KFC or Taco Bell back then. People cooked! But evidently they did so in tiny, cramped areas.

My Human owns more cups and dishes and platters and bowls than she could use in three lifetimes (a story for another time). Here I am on the other end of the tiny counter. Can you see tantalizing deliciousness there, right at the end?

Yes, my Friends, it's the elixir of life, my Gerbers! I haven't had a jar in quite awhile now, but I have to say I enjoyed just getting up close and personal with them. A boy can dream, can't he? If only. . . if only I had thumbs.

Tubesday

 

Hi, Kitties!  I am still extremely suspicious of this thing, but at the same time, I am strangely drawn to it. The Human put my Land Octopus deep inside and if I want to play with it.....

 

...I have to figure out some way to extract it from the Belly of the Beast.

Well, I've got my furry little head inside, and so far nothing untoward has happened, although of course...

...that proves nothing, and it could still Eat Me Right Up.

The Human says if I don't get with the Tube program pretty soon, she's going to pack it up and deliver it to Aggie and Wally. Hey--better them get eaten than me, right?

Sizzlin' Super Bowl Sunday

Kitties!  Do you know what? No? Well, then, I will tell you:  It was 80 freaking degrees in the City by the Bay yesterday! 80! And unless my calendar deceives me, it is still mid-winter.

Do you see how droopy and snake-like I appear?  The Lounge Ladies requested a full-length, tummy-up shot, but this is about the best I could do in my heat-induced stupor. Do you see my rear paw fetchingly posed atop the tower? I hope that makes up for the temporary absence of a visible tum.
Now, I understand that my friends who are buried up to their tail-tips in snow and ice cannot really be expected to sympathize with my plight--but c'mon! This.Is.Not.Natural, Kitties!

Sunday Visitors: How Are Aggie and Wally?

Well, Kitties, glad you asked! Today we are catching up with our furry best friends! As you can see, Aggie is quite the grown-up girl. If you look closely, you will see her little tum has not yet completely furred in after her ladygardenectomy. Um, maybe I misspoke when I called the tum "little." Aggie has become a tad chubbified from the excellent noms her indulgent Dad provides. 

She is skittish around my Human now. The Human is quite put out by this:  "Hey, Aggie, remember all those days when I came over there--twice a day--to feed you? How 'bout that? Have you forgotten that?"

Yes, well, evidently Aggie's memory is short. I think if the Human wants back in Aggie's good graces, she'd best come armed with toonas.

And here's our cherryblossom  buttercup sweetie pie Giant Grown-Up Wally! Ah, the Human sighs, "What a handsome Mancat he has become!"

Eh, whatever.

What **I** love about Wally is his status as King of the Destruct-o Derby at Chez A&W. Plants, curtains, ceramic pots, small bureau items, shower curtains--well, you name it, he's eaten it/broken it/shredded it/batted it into submission.

He's my Idol and my Inspiration.

I'm Baaaaaaaack!

No, Kitties, I have not been in Egypt (though they might be better off if I had been)!  No, I have been here at home, suffering from every kind of neglect imaginable from my irresponsible and inattentive Human.

Really, you don't want to get me started on this topic! I was left alone for 15 (fifteen!) hours straight both Wednesday and Thursday--no blogging! no scritches! no playtimes! no food! (Oh, well, yeah, okay, that last one is a lie. But it could have been true--I was beginning to despair of new fudz appearing in my bowl!)

And then Friday, she actually came home on time for a change! I was excited: Toy time! Scritches! Blogging! Visiting! Early dinner! Yay!

Alas, what transpired was this:  She took a nap instead. A NAP, Kitties! Can you believe the callous indifference she displayed toward all my feline needs?

Yeah, I've heard it all now: The explanations, the apologies, the promises of better behavior in the future. But I dunno. This was pretty bad. I'll have to think about it. Or maybe take a nap. Yeah, that's a good idea.

Fun Times, Domestic Division (Not in Egypt)

 

Well, Kitties, as you can see I have not yet departed for points East. The Human convinced me to reconsider my plans and wait until I am summoned by whatever incompetent Human ends up in charge. They will appreciate me all the more if it is their idea, correct?

And meanwhile, I have this nice tunnel to be afraid of play around because I'm afraid to really be inside it I enjoy poking at the sides and sniffing the ends.

Also, I have my most favorite pink fevver toy and my other weird stringy raffia toy that I love beyond all reason.

Yeah, things are pretty good here. And Fuzzy and Zoe got me a little worried about the availability of the high-quality noms in a country with other things to worry about.