Window Dressing

Outrage + 48 hours. 

It is a gray and drizzly day, reflecting my dreary mood.  

My fur is poop-free, I have nibbled on my morning foods, 

I have enjoyed some brushies.

The Human greets me cheerfully, just as though she had not

abandoned me to a cruel fate at the hands of that perky witchdoctor.

I ponder my fate.

P.S. I apologize to any furiend who was worried, No, I did not have to return to the Stabby Place--the picture yesterday was just my inspection of that Ebil Transport. Also, we 'pologizes for not visiting the last couple of days. We'll be back in the groove by Caturday! XOXOXO

Charon's Ferry

Hell, Party of One! Now boarding! Hell, Party of One!

Sweet Retreat

A rare glimpse of Felis Catus in his secure hideaway. 

Where he plans to stay. For a long, long, l-o-n-g time.

Under the Weather

The Human thinks I've been sluggish and off my feed not quite myself, so she plans to shove me in the PTU and convey me to the Stabby Place in the morning.
We'll just see about THAT, won't we? The last time this happened, I lost a couple of valuable body parts. There's really nuffing left for them to hack off, right?

Update: I am being held hostage for the day at Park Animal Hospital on 9th Avernue in San Francisco. My Human has abandoned me here. Please, I beg you, send someone to help me! Jack Bauer would be good.  

Update: Hour 7 of my captivity. Terrible and humiliating things have been perpetrated upon my person. Gas was administered. Anal gland abscesses were mentioned. Jack Bauer has not arrived. I am growing desperate. More to follow.

Update: I have been liberated. Explosive pooping was achieved inside the carrier on my way home. I revel in it and resist all efforts to "clean me up," preferring to accomplish this myself by rolling on the Human's bedspread. Ahhh, sweet revenge! More to follow.

Sunny Sunday

Well, it was. . .sadly, not today, though.

The Human's work is still interfering with my blogging and visiting.
Napping is about the only activity that has been unaffected
by her gross neglect of my needs. Sigh.

Does She or Doesn't She?

deserve a "Mother's Day" gift, that is? 

And if she does, what should it be? 

I have the cards ready to swipe, but I'm torn.

A new tray for my food bowls? a Drinkwell fountain? a larger-but-still-cozy

bed for me? a whole peacock's worth of fev-vers for playtime?

Oh wait. . . the present should be for her, you say? 

Well, how about an iron? or a new alarm clock?

Those should make her happy, don't you think?

Of Course You May Kiss My Paw

if you are in the market for a free nose-piercing.