Monday's Sunday Selfie

GoT may tell us Winter Is Coming, but hereabouts I hope Winter Is Going. 

Honestly, isn't it about time? This selfie was taken on Sunday all right, and a good thing too because you don't you know Monday brought a few more rain showers. It's like Mother Nature decided to make up for the last seven years all at once.

Phffft. 

A Caturday Miscellany

So a couple weeks ago the Human and a friend went to Dino Days in the park along with elebenty thousand four-year-olds. The dinos were cool, she says. I dunno. 

This one is big and ugly.

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And look at me! I am a painting, yes I am!

And them lions got nuffing on Yours Truly.  So many thanks to darling CK for painting me

with such careful attention to my whisker and tailio!

We're All Felines Here, Right?

So, how come no one has made giant paintings of me? Today the Human went to an exhibit of early Rubens paintings, and she took a picture of one (even though the lighting was a little harsh and glary), because Cats! And then she came home and took a picture of Yours Truly.

Honestly, I don't see that much difference.

I Can See Clearly Now...

The grime has gone ¯¯

My Neighborhood Snoopervision duties are much easier to carry out since she reconsidered her "I-don't-do-windows" policy.

(Sort of) Wordless Wednesday

And then he nursed it, rehearsed it
And gave out the news
That Spitty gave birth to the blues!

Play & Lick & Lick & Play

I believe many of you may already be familiar with my little, er, problem. I love to play, and one of the Human's best things (usually) is that she supplies plenty of wand-toy action (although sometimes I have to clawmind her when it's time to play with me). But for some reason, playtime leads to bafftime, often rather urgently. And sometimes I even forget to finish playing. What's that all about, I wonder?

Sunday Selfie: Disappointment Abounds

Well, Kitties, it's a tale we've heard before: The neglect, the dismissal of my needs, the regret, the apologies, the vows to do better, the bitter disappointments as she fails yet again.
Really, it's a wonder I have the strength to go on.
And yet, the day is pleasant, the air is warm, the window is squeaky clean, my breakfast was adequate. And here I am again. Finally.