Shameless!

The Human has an old bamboo backscratcher. I have developed an affection some might call unnatural for this instrument of pleasure. I will roll on my back and beg (yes kitties: Beg) for my tummy to be scratched while my eyes flutter back in my head and my back legs flop every which way.

Good thing I'm so furry.

What's Mine Is MineWhat's Yours Is Mine

So in the background, you can hear the kind of claptrap she listens to. Really educational and uplifting and downright edifying, isn't it?  Winter is coming.

Slothful Summer Days

Of course, all my days are slothful. As is my right as a feline overlord. The Human has been more attentive than usual, and I have become accustomed to play, food and pets on-demand. She makes noises about "don't get too used to it" and "you know I'll have to go back to work in a few weeks" but I choose to ignore all that.

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In other news, she hasn't had one of these since July 12, 2009. Woo-hoo!

Until We Meet Again

Five years ago, a (dare we say testy?) Finnish King admonished me for my paw placement on World Domination Day; apparently, I had trodden a wee bit close to his borders. Mirsku Missiles were readied, so I thought it best to withdraw my toes from Punapippuri's fine realm in Finland(N).

From that unpromising start, a great and lasting friendship grew through near-daily Royal Missives and immense affection and respect. King P was my very bestest friend in all the world.

I was a lucky ManCat to have known and loved him, but I miss him. I think I will always miss him. He was a once-in-a-kitty-lifetime friend, and I hope one fine day we'll meet up again among the stars. 

Sunday Selfie: This Is My Life Now

Once, I was a proud and aloof feline Master of the Human. I doled out affection like a slowly-dripping faucet. Now? Well, now the blandishments of the warm keyboard, the gently petting hand, the nice mat, the sweet nuffings whispered in my shell-pink ear, the little fingerfuls of Gerbers. . . well, you can see for yourselves what I've become.
Look upon me and weep, Kittens. Don't let this happen to you.

Recovering Clawstrophobic

For lo, manymanymany years, I, HRH Spitty the Kitty, eschewed the comforts of The Box 

   and The Tunnel for the world of The Wide Open Spaces. I was pretty sure that Bad Things    

   lurked inside. Apparently, I was wrong. It only took me 13 years to figure it out, though!

Talk to the Paw, Human

Well, what can I say? It's been a week! Yes, she was away for a few days, but that does not explain the lack of follow-up once she returned. 

The level of service continues to decline. "Outraged" does not begin to describe my dissatisfaction. 

Once again, she vows to do better, but she has sung that tune before. We'll see how it goes. Otherwise, I may be taking applications.