Plunder from Down Under

OMC, Kitties, OMC! Just look what came in the mail for me today!

Well, it's **addressed** to me, anyway. It has my freaking NAME on it! 

I mean, you can READ it for yourself right there, can you not?

*****

N.B. The fine print

(There's kangaroos in there, Kitties.

But [ut-oh] I don't think they're jumpin' around anymore.)

*****

You might be asking yourselves, "Spitty, my good mancat! What could be more wonderful?"

And you'd be half-right. It *is* wonderful.

But the Human says I can't has them till the weekend 'cause she wants to get 

some good pictures in good daylight and yadayadayadablahblahblah 

who-knows-what-nonsense-is-coming-out-of-her-piehole-anyway?

Till then, she says, we have the "Joy of Anticipation."

Uh-huh.

Sunday Selfie: Miss Megan's Guest Post

Today I offer my deepest gratitude to Miss Megan, my friend from the Land of Oz, who sent me this instructive cartoon to share with you. Really, however, its most impawtant audience is the Human, who should study it carefully in preparation for the new era to come--you know, her transition from one full-time job to another: Attendant to His Majesty.

Countdown! An Occasional Feature of Spitty Speaks

25 on the 25th

So, it seems that there are just 25 school days 

remaining until the Last Graduation on June 1.

Whoopee! She better be planning scads of fun games for us to play,

and reading recipes for treats with lots of butter in them.

Surprise!

In the Spirit of reddit:  
TIL*


I can hear things the Human cannot.

Most kitties have more whiskers than I do. 
So not fair.

I has ear furnishings.






*Today I Learned

Sunday Selfie: Mystery Kitty Judges You

Now you see him                                                      Now you don't

Frowback Fursday: The Human Turns Four

This is the Human's fourth birfday party on Dec. 12, 1953--technically she was still three as the real day is the 24th. I think she looks more like six!
That's her in the right foreground, and the other girl in the front is Pam, her BFF in 1953 and still her bestie 65 years later.

The little boy to the left is Mikey, about a year or year-and-a-half younger than the Human. The Human and Pam, mean little girls that they were, tormented poor little Mikey
mercilessly. Can't you just feel the terror in his eyes?

Quite the exciting little party eh? And everyone looks so clean, too. Remember when this is what birthday parties looked like? No Chuck E Cheese's or amusement park outings or bouncy-house rentals or gatherings of a cast of 100s. 

Nope, just 7 well-behaved little tykes hoping for some punch and a slice of the good stuff. A round of pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey and that was that. The guests departed and Mama kicked her shoes off and sipped a cocktail. Ah, the good old days!

Yes, Of Course I See the Hammick with the Nice Red Rustly-Quilt on It

but truthfully, you can't imagine how warm and toasty my ears get when I rest my head on the radiator ledge-thingy. So really, I just had to shove that hammick outta the way and fire up the indoor BBQ.

It's cold, Human.