(Still) Not a Garden Tour #10

The Human and the Introoder went to Treasure Island last Caturday.

Look, Kitties, look. See the water.

See the island for Bad People. Like Al Capone. Empty now. Guess there are no more Bad People?

Here is a 40' naked lady sculpture from last year's Burning Man. 

She lives on the Island now. She lights up at night. 

That would be fun to see.

Junque at the flea market.

Not a party *I* would wish to attend, however.

This Giant Rooster was about 3' tall.

This cat crown was marked $200.00. Somebody's kidding, right?

This guy made cool signs from photographs of letters.

The Human bought one and hung it by our front door so people will see it when they leave. 

The new Bay Bridge rises in front of the old--and gee, it

has only been 22 years since the earthquake. Quick work, eh?

Thanks for sticking with my Not-a-Garden-Tour all the way to the end!

(Very Nearly) Wordless Wednesday

Please, kiss the Paw.

What He Didn't Know Didn't Hurt Him

When he was out, I had my way with his backpack.

Heh, heh.

Wait--what? 

No, I didn't do that! 

Do you think Spitty is not a Gentleman?

Subtle scenting and furring were sufficient. 

ManCat Monday: Sweet Peace at Last

Oh Kitties, It worked. 

The Introoder has gone. 

Thanks fur all your help! 

Make Him Go Away

Make him go away. Make him go away. 

Make him go away. Make him go away. 

Make him go away. Make him go away.

His presence displeases Spitty.

Can any of you help a ManCat out here?
Anybody?

PEEESS: The Human put her foot down about the bone-grinding deal. Apparently, murder is now completely off the table. She says it would be "inhospitable." Thanks for the offer, though, CK.
PEEPEEESS:  It is lie that I curled up in my brown beddy and hung out within arm's reach of the Introoder last night. A damnable lie. Nuh-uh. Never happened. Photographic evidence? Nope, doesn't exist. Uh-uh.

The Introoder

Fee-fi-fo-fum

I smell the blood of an English man

Be he alive or be he dead

I'll grind his bones to make my bread kibble

Perhaps a Nice Shower

. . . would provide some cooling relief?

PEEESS: Probably what I wanted so much in yesterday's photo was my orange mousie, and, of course, for the Human to get the heck out of my way so I could jump up on my Tower like I wanted to. She was too lazy to remove the eye-schmutz with Photoshop or I would look even MORE handsome!

PEEPEEESS:  As of Thursday evening, we have a super-annoying very welcome house guest, her really irritating favorite cousin. He may distract the Human from her primary duty of doing my bidding for a few days but I will do my best to persuade her to visit and post when I command her she can.