What on Earth Were They Thinking? Part DeuxBREAKING NEWS

Now this Back-of-the-Box Kitty, this kitty really looks like he's lovin' The Horn, n'est-ce pas?














Oh no, she didn't.

What on Earth Were They Thinking?

Okay, so around Halloween, one of the Human's young and foolish colleagues gave her this atrocity for me, Kitties, for ME. 

Honestly, did anyone, anywhere ever imagine that any self-respecting feline would agree to adorn him- or herself with this preposterous inflatable abomination?








<--  Oh really? 

It's Never Too Early for . . .

Santa Watch!

I try to be a Good Boy, really I do. But my innate Hooliganism interferes with my desire to do the Right Things. Like sit in the Human's lap, cuddle up next to her in the night, and eat more of the fancy, good-for-me foods she brings home from the spendy little pet store. 

Alas, like Popeye, I Yam What I Yam, and surely these small failings should not mean I will be greeted by a lump of coal come Christmas morning. Right? Right?

Flashback Friday

Some days, even back in the summer of 2012, 

a Boy has to make his own fun.

In This Corner, Spitty the KittyIn That Corner, The Orange Ball

To the victor go the spoils. Take that, why don't you, O.B.?!

Is It Santa Yet?

'Cause I have visions of Sugarplums -- or maybe tunafish -- dancing in my head.

Also, as long as I'm nappin' I can't get a whappin'. [I never whap you, Spitty. --Ed.] I want Santa to know I have been a Good Boy.

Come, He Told Them, Ta-Rum-Tum-Tum-Tum

The Royal Tum to see....

You may bring me gifts....

You may gaze upon it....

But No Touching of the Tum is permitted.

Ever.