Spitty the Kitty: The Stalkerati Years

My Friend Vlad, the Voodoo Doll

The Human owned him for about 30 years.

But when *I* came to live here, I adopted him.

This is a semi-permanent Back of Disrespect

because do you see what she did there?

Toy Joy! Toy Joy! Toy Joy!

Go ahead now: Try reading that title three times very fast, and perhaps you will reach the state of near-Nirvana that I experienced last night when the Human presented me with a V.S.T.*, a dark brown, furry little ball that brought me to new Heights of Playtime Ecstasy! 

*VerySpecialToy

Lullaby and Good Night . . .

All those loud bangs are fading;
Close your eyes, rest your head;
Soft and warm is your bed ...

Yes, I'll sleep, O so deep.

Please don't wake me now, Peep!

If you do, I promise you,

Biteys will make you weep.

And a Glorious Fourth to All

I just *love* all the wonderful 'splosions, don't you?

Sunday Selfie: Me & Old Mr. Blue

Sorry for that weird little black thing at bottom center. It is a little clump of my beautiful furz. (They look best still attached to me, though.)

And then, all worned out, I rested for a bit, contemplating the myriad attractions of that ball.

Once Upon a (Play)time

                                                                                                          

Hello, Kitties! Thanks for stopping by during my playtime. Feel free to join right in! This is my green fishie toy from fellow Royal Punapippuri. I like to  grab it and hurt it bad, Kitties. I just can't help myself. But it always seems to bounce back to perfect health, ready for another mauling.