Poof!

Going . . .

. . . going . . .

. . . gone!

Fishie Lubz, Part Deux

In which HRH Spitty I reveals plenty, and 
I mean plenty, of hot pink tongue action. 
It's the best! It's yuuuuuuuge!
Really, you've never seen anything like it.

Sunday Selfie: Neighborhood Watchcat Has a Typist

And we're posting your shenanigans on NextDoor and Hoodline.

Gone Fishing

Some days the Human comes through with the good playtimes right when I'm in the mood for them. (Not often enough, of course.)

This Magic Fishie came years ago from my Finnish (Fishish) Fellow Royal, Punapippuri.

It's not often that a toy retains its allure over so many moons, but this little guy lets me catch and kill him over and over and over again.


It's a gosh-darn miracle is what it is.

Friday Night Fights

Round One:  A Draw

Hey! It's Not My Fault

if the Human was too lazy to make the bed before she left for work this morning. 

I'm too little to pull all the covers into place and shove the whole bed around to get to the window side. 

And honestly, you know I wouldn't do it even if I were big enough!

I Am Black Wind, DireKitty to the Human

This is my kill. Now, on Game of Thrones, you might expect a Direwolf to share his kill with Robb or Sansa or Jon Snow, but I am not some smarmy, Human-protecting wolf. I am Kitty, and I look out for myself.

If Winter is coming, I will be ready. She has the thumbs and the Big Brain. Let her catch her own toy.