Mrrrrrrow

The Human thinks she must be rubbing off on her students. No, it's not that they've developed a taste for the 19th-century American novel (More's the pity. --Ed.). It's their choice of class mascot that's taken a turn for the better.


One of the tasks of each sophomore class is to sew a banner of their class mascot, in this case, the Panther. (And really, could there be a better animal?) Their banner is hung on Class Day at the end of sophomore year and remains on display in the auditorium till a year after their graduation.


Although it's a bit difficult to tell from this photo, the banner is about six feet long and made of silver satin. The Human and I are particularly fond of the obviously-clawed "2014" and the mighty claw swipe across the top.


Disclaimer: The Human had nuffing to do* with the sewing or design of this banner. A math teacher sewed the basic shape for them, and the kids designed and created the rest under the snoopervision of the science department chairperson. *She's lucky if she can sew a button on

Really?

There you are, Human, again with the box. Can you not see I am pleasantly sunning myself on this barely adequate sill? Did you want something? Or were you just irritating me on general principle?


Yes, I thought so.

Illumination

Thanks to the charming and, ahem, very masculine Nerissa, I have this "Illuminating Blogger Award" to share with you today.
The rules are simple enough: Share an illuminating fact about yourself, and then pass the award along to five other bloggers.
The second part of the task is easier than the first, so here goes. I choose the following LadyCats of Mystery:
Zoey of The Island Cats
Audrey of Simba's Antics
Cathy Keisha of The World's Most Stunning Cat
Binga of Sparkle the Designer Cat
Allie of A Tonk's Tail

But, huh. Here we are now at the Hard Part. As it turns out, I do, in fact, have a rather poorly-kept secret to share with you today and here it is:  I am still a Real Boy.
Now, I know that is not generally considered a good thing. But I hasten to assure everyone that I never but never, but NEVER go outside, and I am a perfect gentleman in the litter box department.
So what's up you may ask? Well, here's the thing: I am so strong and so fast and so wiggly and acrobatic that the Human has in the past been unable to stuff me into one a them troll boxes kitty carriers. I have, however, mellowed considerably since the last time she tried, plus she has purchased a Large New Container. So she is thinking (hahaha--I just LOVE it when she "thinks") that perhaps this summer we might give it another try.

We'll just see about that, Kitties!

I Am the Only One She Really Needs

She doesn't need a purse, 

or Poor Pouty Prince Philip, 

or any of those annoying children and 

their irritating spouses, 

when she has glorious ME

to purr for her. 

In the Dead of Night

 

Spitty is hard at work, spying on snoopervising the night-time activities of the neighbors.

Of course, he would be more stealthy and all

if the Human would turn off the freaking bedroom light so he could be invisible!

Easy Sunday

Good morning, Kitties! 

So, today I am recovering from the exhausting Debutante Ball at Truffle's, 

definitely the see-and-be-seen event of the Season.

But Spitty's getting a little old for this sort of thing--I was home and tucked into my pink beddie 

while the under-three set was still dancing the night away.

(I must say I have recently enjoyed a nappy or six with the lovely Audrey

in her red beddy.  I'd like a red one too, Human.

Could you get right on that?)

Caturday Night!

♫ Come Caturday evening
I'm goin' away to a Ball

We'll Caturday-spend till the end of the night
Just I and my friend
We'll travel for miles in our Caturday smiles
And then we'll move on
But we will remember, long after Caturday's gone ♫

See you all at tonight's Debutante Ball for Truffle!