Sunday Selfie: Chair Fun

The very best thing about this chair is stealth-whapping the Human as she passes by. 
Oh, c'mon! You know you'd do it too!

Caturday Communication

WT(Actual)F?

This is how I found him when I came home this afternoon.

Then I came into the dining room and found broken glass from a candle holder he'd whapped off a table all over the floor.

I guess he was plumb wore out.




(Oh, by the way, eventually she inspected me to make sure I wasn't bleeding or nuffing. Took her long enough, though. ~S-t-K)

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday

Sometimes I sits and I thinks,
and sometimes I just sits.  
~W. the P.

(Belated) Sunday Selfie: Whisker-Boy Endures the Hots

It was 82 here today. Better. But still unacceptable.

The acceptable temperature range for His Majesty is 55-68.

I expect my preferences will be duly noted for tomorrow.

We're Having a Heat Wave . . .

My Caturday Afternoon

The more time I can spend unconscious, 

the less I think about how murderously 

hot it is.

Caturday Night Party

The nice people upstairs moved their little Pawty

 to the sidewalk  outside our building's front door. 

You gotta do what you gotta do. 

And look! There's even a PortaPotty!

(And no, it's not raining (we wish!). Our window is dirty.)

(And yes, we did feel a little sneaky taking this picture.)

The Ninth Third Circle

The Human had the good sense to bring home the Big Fan from her office at school.
But it's not enough, Kitties, not nearly enough.

P.S. On Caturday:  But hey! No worries! 
Our 110° only feels like 108°!