It's a Bird . . . It's a Plane . . . It's My Human!

She's back. Finally.

For weeks and weeks days and days, it's been wedding-this and wedding-that, and at long last all the events are over, the deed is done and the niece is a married lady and off cavorting with The Husband in Montreal.

All of this was of no concern to me, but it is good to have the Human at my beck and call again. Really, I never think it is acceptable for her attention to be elsewhere. 

Amirite?

#FlashBackFriday

                 Remember that time last February when Mickey came to visit?

Thinking On Thursday

Thinking is something

I usually save up

for the weekend,

but I figured,

Why not get some

in early and

then I can

nap right on 

through Caturday?

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday

Most things look better when you put them in a circle.

Spittola/Spittoon

   First cousins

Once removed.
   Or maybe twice.

Sunday Selfie: Please Don't Try to Hug Me

I know it's Hug Your Cat Day, and I know how much you want--nay, need--to do it. 
But could you at least wait till later when I'm more in the mood?

Now You See It, Now You Have to Look for It

No, not me, Sillies, my furry toy! It's there, even in the last shot. I am just keeping it safe.