Sunday Selfie: All Played Out

So after a couple days of good playtimes, I had a nice nap in the sun. Life is good, eh? 

I really need some new stuff to complain about. This is  . . . unnatural.

Caturday: Let the Games Begin

Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner

1. Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn. 1939
2. I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse. 1972
3. You don't understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I could've been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am. 1954

4. Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore. 1939
5. Here's looking at you, kid. 1942
6. Go ahead, make my day. 1983
7. All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up. 1950
8. May the Force be with you. 1977
9. Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night. 1950
10. You talking to me? 1976

Sweet Contentment

It would have been nice if the Human had cleaned 
the schmutz off my eyes before we made this little movie. 
But go ahead and turn up your sound, press play, 
and close your eyes:

I Like to Keep You Company

while you work here at your desk, but I think it's kind of unreasonable to expect me to pay these bills for you.

You don't even give me an allowance!

The Human Says . . .

I has the Mel Tormé earsicles. For once, I won't disagree with her. Do you know what they called Mel Tormé? I do.

***And the winner is . . . Ducky's Mum in the very first comment! *I* think my ears are like velvet and they look a sort of foggy color here, don't you think? He was one of the Human's favorite jazz singers--here's a good one: When Sunny Gets Blue.

Sunday Selfie: My Favorites

So I played with my toys like a maniac for a long time last night and again this morning. 

The Human says she is afraid I might be taking methamfedameens speed or something, 

but I told her I am having a second kittenhood and she seemed to buy it. Heh, heh.