FBF*

Yes, yes, I know: It's really TBT (ThrowBackThursday) but since I am King, I hereby declare FlashBackFriday. This is the first picture I ever posted on my blog, on April 14, 2010. You could look it up. Go ahead. I'll wait.

Okay then, so that was exciting, wasn't it? I was only SIX then (like King P is now) and I still had my very important you-know-whats. Ah, those were the days!

But Glogirly had not yet declared me King so I hardly suspected the greatness that lay in store.

In other news, the hard drive the Human forked over $50 to have encased and make into an external drive so we could access all our wonderful files that we had spent so many years amassing? Yeah, well, not even worth one-tenth of one percent of that--yes, I am saying: Not worth a plug nickel. 99.9999% of the data on that drive is Gone, Baby, Gone. 

Nice looking plastic case, though.

We hope to have the new computer in about two more weeks. (A digression: How hard would it be for Dell to make enough computers so it doesn't take like, three freaking weeks to get the one you ordered? Is there a real answer to that question? Don't they have a supply and demand algorithm?)

Semi-Wordy Wednesday

Well, here I am (circa 2012), looking much as I do today while the Human disports herself at work and then at dinner with friends. Just like I'm chopped liver or somefing.

I'm so lonely...

Hint. Hint.

Brain Cells: Disappearing Fast

So, today the Human went on a nice shopping trip to PetSmart, Michael's and, her favorite, Target. So she had gotten all the impawtant stuff (my foodz and litter and a new toy, too!) by the time she arrived at Target, where she had many less-impawtant things to purchase, which she did.

But when she gotted home, she realized she had left her giant 12-pack of paper towels on the bottom of the cart in the Target parking lot. Sigh. Getting old is no picnic, Kitties. At least it wasn't my Fancy Feast languishing in that parking lot. Now THAT would be a real tragedy.

Ha! Look! Even with this Chromebook I can copy and paste an old picture (from 2012) just so you don't forget who I am and what I look like.

Repurrt

NOTE #2:  Our laptop's motherboard 'sploded or something, so time for a new one. The repair place is encasing the hard drive to work like an external hard drive (d'oh! That's what it *is*, right?) with a usb port and all, so at least we still has all our documents and pictures and stuff. The Human is going to order a new laptop Monday and we hope it comes pretty fast. Fooey--she says it's not even the money so much as the irritation and inconvenience and delay factors, and she's lost all her bookmarks of efurryone's bloggies and stuff. Sigh. Oh well, many a worser thing has happened so I told her to shut her pie hole and stop yappin' and complaining.

We took little videos of a pawsome block party on our tiny street today with a bluegrass band and a bouncy house and efurrything, and it makes me MAD we can't post them. There were WAY too many woofies there anyway.

So it is what it is. It is hard for the stoopy Human to type on this little Chromebook, but we will do what we can. ::sharpens claws::

TBT: A Fursplosion!

NOTE:  The laptop seems to have fainted and remains unconscious at this time. We have been reduced to browsing on our silly little Chromebook, which is too dumb to help us do anything like upload pictures or any good stuff like that. We are probably outta commission for the weekend at least. Hope this picture can get you through the inevitable withdrawal.  9/4/14

In this vintage (2011?) photo, my fur was having a party without me. 

(Sort of) Wordless Wednesday

a. This is not my 'come hither' look, Human. You do know that, don't you?

7. Thanks all you wonderful kitties who nudged us up to 93 comments. 

I made the Human kick in the extra $7 so Tabby's Place got the full amount. 

Я. On the plus side, I got my new kitty grass, 

though apparently I am being TIMED as I consume it.

&. And that *was* a pretty good selfie, wasn't it? If I do say so myself.

Spitty's Selfie: A Day LateBut Not Even 1¢ Short