Sunday Selfie-on-a-Sack

I have developed a strange and powerful attachment to this grocery bag. Don't judge.

So Guess Who My Human Met Today?

and if you said the most beauteous and charming Summer, you would be right.

Sweet Summer traveled all the way up the Interstate from SoCal just to meet my Human to compete in a Cat Show where she did *very* well--but we'll let her Human tell you all about that. 

My Human just wants to crow about meeting her and talking to her and even sneaking a gentle pet or six while she was napping. Summer is an awesome kitty!
There's more, but we'll save it for tomorrow.

I Don't Always Nap on Top of My Tower . . .

but when I do, I like to look my floofy best.

Every Picture Tells a Story

Well, we left our Peace Post up for two days, but as William noted, it doesn't seem to be working. So onward.

1.  A neighbor had been borrowing the chair at lower right for, like, 8 years. When he finally returned it, the Human was appalled at her former taste in seat covering. But has she done anything about it? Of course not!

2.  More art from myself and Those Who Came Before.

3.  So, I see the Human has not been to the store to purchase new kitty grass, as it is (still) missing from its accustomed spot on the dining room table. Sigh. 'Maybe tomorrow, Spitty,' she tells me, but there's really no conviction in her voice.

Dona Nobis Pacem

Does the Big Red S on This Bag

stand for Spitty, do you think?  
If I knew for sure that it did, 
I think I would feel more confident
about going inside it.

But if not, I think it's best to take 
a more cautious approach.

My Busy Sunday Selfie

I got so wrapped up in my playtimes I almost forgot to set the camera up for my selfie.

Plus, I got lost in pondering what the Celestial Kitties said about those mail-order Russian LadyCats wanting my beddies and all my Chick-hen Gerbers.

Hmmm.