Faculty Cat Gallery

Hi Kitties! The Human has returned to ::shudder:: work and has been more than a little discombobulated. I am going to try to make sure she helps me visit starting tonight and tomorrow. I cannot indulge this "tired" excuse any longer. 
I mean, is it my fault she goes gallivanting off to birthday parties (last night) and "new family dinners" (tonight)? No benefit of any kind accrues to me from any of these activities--quite the opposite, in fact. My dinner is delayed, pettings are virtually nonexistent and don't even get me started about the appalling lack of brushies.
For your entertainment this evening, we present the door of a metal cabinet in the Human's office which is devoted to ME (with red stars) and some other, (ahem) less important, faculty cats.
There are faculty members with woofies, but so far none has been granted gallery status.

Not-A-Garden Tour: Silly Woofiesat the Albany Bulb

The Human and her friend took a nice walk last week on the Albany Bulb, a strange piece of landfill that juts out into San Francisco Bay. This little video shows the view from bridge-to-bridge on a cold and foggy day. However, evidently the woofies (thrashing in the water and playing fetch at beginning and end of our little movie) did not read the weather report, or care about it. *I* and the rest of my kind would rather curl up in nice warm beddies and conserve our energy for more important pursuits, like stalking Human ankles and toy mice.

There's also a boatload of strange artwork* on this little promontory, but that's a post for another Thursday.

* Like this face painted on a piece 
of broken rebar and concrete:

SpittyIsSpanked

I apologize for the poor quality of this video. I am actually pretty humiliated that the Human is posting it at all. But my fellow Royal Punapippuri insisted, and I am nothing if not his obedient servant.

This is quite a gentle butt-thumpin' as butt-thumpins go. Sometimes I like a little firmer touch, but it will do as an illustration of the practice at Chez Spitty.

Fair of Face or Full of Grace: You Decide

Purrsonally, I choose both.

Abandoned, Day 2

So, the Human returned just before midnight--I was prostrate with hunger and loneliness. But she went to bed anyway, and when she got up this morning she made short shrift of brushing and feeding me before taking off for a stoopy baseball game featuring the National League West cellar-dwellers, The San Francisco Giants, who lived up (down) to their reputation and suffered yet another loss, bringing them to a 52-65 record, thirteen games behind the division-leading Dodgers. Sigh.
I tried to remind her I was home waiting for her. Can you see how?

Lonely Caturday

The Human tells me this evening that she is going out of town tomorrow for a birthday party to which I have not been invited. Now I know what you're thinking, but it would have been nice to be asked.
She says she's leaving in the late morning and will be back by bedtime, but I'm worried. What if I get hungry before then? What if I eat too much breakfast and there's nuffing left for later? What if I want to play? Or, worse, have brushies? 
What about all that?

Theepy Thurthday

I'm so tie-tie today.

I think Precious wore me out.

Thilence, please.