Wordless Wednesday: My Nanner, I Lubz Him

Look: My Book!

The beauteous and wondrous Savannah

had a contest a little while back

and I won one of the prizes!

Can you imagine, Kitties? Me!

Anyway, it arrived the other day

and I was the first to investigate:

It is a book full of exciting and heartwarming stories,

which I am making my Human read to me before bedtime.

Thanks, Savannah! I love my book!

Spittini Is In

You are feeling drowsy....you are feeling calm and relaxed....you know you can trust Spitty....you are falling deeply into a trance....you are serene and untroubled....you know you can always come to Spittini.....Now, you feel like telling me your very juiciest secret....go right ahead.....I'm listening.

Spittyless Sunday

So the Human and her friend went up into the Berkeley Hills Friday (no, they didn't hike, they drove, because they are Doddering Old People*), and the Human made this little video from a spot right above the campus (which is A&W&M's Dad's Alma Mater). You can see the campanile (a 307' bell tower in the middle of campus) and a whole bunch of boring other stuff, too.

Warning: I am not in it. Sigh. But if you listen carefully, you'll hear that at least the Human knew I should be!

*Full disclosure: They actually did attempt a nice hike in Redwood Regional Park, but the Human was hot, and the trail had a lot of uphill, and there were signs like this one:

and warnings about ticks and rattlesnakes, and after about five minutes, she began whining and complaining and carrying on, so their planned hour-long hike turned into a 20-minute walk, perhaps to the chagrin of A&W&M's Dad, who nevertheless gallantly agreed that perhaps this was not the day for a hike after all.

Casual Caturday

Hello, Kitties! Well, here I am looking all artsy and mysterious at first, then all goofy and giddy. Hey, it's Caturday! I can act any way I want, right? 

The Human's bummed that summer vacation, such as it was, comes to a screeching halt Monday at 7:00 a.m., and her delightful days here at home with me are drawing to a rapid close. No longer can she stay up into the wee hours, sleep till, like, 8:30 (can you imagine??), lollygag in her jammies till noon and then go shopping, or to the movies, or for a walk, or out to a fancy restaurant.
But there is a word, floating juuuuuuust beyond the horizon, and that word begins with an R, Kitties. Can you guess what it is?

Formerly Feral Friday: Breakfast Travesty

10:00 a.m. FAIL*

*Remnants of last night's dinner

Not-A-Garden-Tour #17: Emeryville

On one of the last outings of their summer break 

--the Human's first official faculty meeting is August 15 ::sob, sob::--

the Human and A&W&M's Dad

went for a stroll along the shore in beautiful ::cough, cough::

Emeryville.

Here are some highlights:

Talk about a buzz-kill!

But hey--at least it doesn't say "No CATS"!

Looky! Pretty boats! (aka Money Pits)

The downside of this lovely stroll is that a good 50% of it runs right along Interstate 80.

Snoopy and the Red Baron battle it out on pilings near a small pier.

Well, that's it for today's Not-A-Garden-Tour.  Step right on up to that 
dog-free "rustic boardwalk" for a nice fish taco and a frosty Meowgarita!