And this hellish week is drawing to a close. Honestly, Kitties, do you know who called the house today? Do you? It was that Hateful Harridan from the Stabby Place; yes, Kitties, the very same one who knocked me out, stole my precious bodily fluids, and performed unspeakable acts on my bum. Honestly, can you believe the nerve of her? "How am I doing?" she asks! As if! What--now she's TAUNTING me in my very own castle?
So last night, the Human thought she'd take this art-say/fart-say overhead shot as I was squeezed onto the window sill, wedged in between the window and the chest. So she sticks the flashy box through the little curtains and ::click:: and then, and THEN, Kitties, she dropped the freaking camera right on top of me! On ME, Spitty the Kitty. Like I haven't had a bad enough week? Well, I was outta there and UTB like a shot, Kitties, like a SHOT.
I would be a happier Boy today if it were not Hot as Hades in our cool, gray City by the Bay.
Tomorrow is predicted to be "only" 81° but in my flinty little heart I know they are lying through their filthy little teefs. Betrayal is everywhere. Soon, I will need my Viceroys.
. . . again and again and again and again . . . Thank you to all my furiends who understand the meaning of an Outragewhen they read about one. I am sure I am getting better because of all your sweet good wishes and purrs XOXOXO
Here I am, freshly returned from the Stabby Place where unspeakable things were done to me, to ME, Spitty the Kitty, at the hands of some she-devil in a cheap lab coat. She apparently "fixed me up" (no, not that kind of fix--that ship sailed two years ago) and in the process shaved my nether regions and, Outrage of Outrages, shaved a good three inches of luxuriant furs off my Floofy Tailio, my TAILIO, Kitties. I am hideous.
Sleep, that is. Kitties, believe it or not, once again that awful pesky (blush) anal gland has become horribly painful and it looks like a trip to the Stabby Place will be in my future on Monday. Sheesh--again? Well, apparently there is, um, a "more permanent" solution than what we've been doing and perhaps the time has come to consider it. I am not happy about the idea of some masked Human slicing around such a delicate area with sharp metal blades, ::shudder:: as there are other important parts in close proximity, but the Human assures me that the slicer, uh "doctor," will be careful. Stay tuned.
Had it been an actual post, we would have had something witty to say (All right, all right, settle down back there in the Peanut Gallery). We are going to try to catch up with visiting this weekend, and we thank all our patient friends who still visit us. Oh, and by the way, this stern expression? It's for the Human, of course, not you, my Loyal Subjects.
