Spitty's Shame, Part Deux

And is it my Human so expertly twitching my favorite feather for me? No, Kitties, it is not. Though it pains me to admit, not only did I succumb to being Brushed by The Introodur, I also could not resist a vigorous fev-ver play session with him.
I am ashamed of myself. What's happened to me, Kitties? I have even approached and sniffed his hands, and (Ceiling Cat help me) napped in his presence. Yes, slumbered! Right out in the open, where he could have gotten all grabby-hands with me!
I must ponder in my flinty little heart the meaning of all this.

It's Not My Fault

So the Human handed my favorite brushie, the one with the Glorious Bristles of Delight, to the Introodur last night. I could not help myself, Kitties, I succumbed to the lure of the GBofD. It was Not My Fault.

And there's worse to come.

No, I Don't Have the Feeling Someone Is Watching Me

Why do you ask?

Donne Well-Done

Busy old fool, unruly Sun,

why dost thou thus,

through windows, and through curtains, call on us?

-John Donne

Thankful Thursday: I Am Shameless

When I saw that the Fabulous Nellie had composed a special Birfday Poem

for Cody, I admit I was kind of bummed.

I mean, I know that I have to play second fiddle to Allred

and I have accepted that, especially after his wondrous return,

but I really need to be up there in Nellie's Top Ten.

Apparently she understood that I needed reassurance,

so she whipped out her pen and consulted her muse, 

and *I*, Spitty-the-Kitty, got a POEM of my furry own.

Thanks, Nellie. You're the BEST  XOXOXOXO

Almost Wordless Wednesday: If You Really Need to Know

I was dreaming of revenge.

DIY Neutering-Reversal Surgery

Wait! What? Nooooo, I've changed my mind! 
No, no, no! Take off those snappy gloves right now and put those furry black balls back in their Tupperware! Right N-O-W. 

No, no, no! I don't even want them reattached! 
Wait! What are you doing with that hammer? It's for anesthesia?  No no no!

Just calm the heck down, Dr. Frankenstein. Nobody's using a scalpel around here. Unless it's me, digging my claws right into those sterile hands. 

Be polite? Yes, yes, yes--OKAY: Thanks, Punapippuri, for finding them and sending them along to me. I've stashed 'em in the freezer--you know, just in case.

Now Human! I mean it. Get me down off this table and put those things away right this minute!