The Ol' Schnozzola Tells Me:

Time to wash the bedspread, Human!

PEEESS:  Please join me in weeping for the ignominious use to which MY place mat has been put:

Yes, Kitties, the Human took it to her office and spread it atop an ugly little file cabinet. She said it was too much trouble to keep washing it for me! As if!  Well, as you can see from the main post today, she doesn't care for doing laundry. 

Which Picture Belongs on the Sports Page?

This sad, silly Giant at bat in yet another losing effort?

Or glorious ME, angling for a sip from that Giant Coke bottle?

Having slipped a horrifying seven games out of first place, the Giants have virtually no chance of repeating THIS , so I think even the newspaper would be better off with picture #2, n'est-ce pas?

Post-Brushial Glow

Ahhhhhhh, that was wonderful!

Was it good for you, too?

Uneasy like Sunday: Can We Talk?

Kitties, You know how I enjoy complaining about my Human. But it seems that during this past summer break, I became accustomed to her presence around here, playing fevvers with me, providing the more frequent brushies, filling my food bowls on demand, helping me blog and visit almost every day.

Since she returned to day-hunting in mid-August, I am experiencing an unprecedented realization: Perhaps I have become ( ::shudder:: ) attached to her. Perhaps for the very first time in my tiny feline life, I miss her? Could that even be possible?

Such are the questions occupying my prodigious brain on this fine and foggy Sunday morning.

PEEESS:  We are having the Bad Computer Problems and may be here and gone and here and gone for a few days/weeks as the Human is going to have to invest in a new computer. Meanwhile, when this one decides to work, we'll do our best, MOL!

My Tray: The Sequel

Kitties: Is this a tragedy in the making, or what?

Note: Please note that I had to practically put my whole head inside my bowl to search out the meager scraps of crunchies left at the very bottom. Shouldn't the purrlice be doing something about this?

Why I Need My Tray

I'm a messy eater.

I Know You're Feeling All Artsy

But honestly? The plant-framing-the-cat shot's been done to death. And besides, you woke.me.up.