Spaghetti, Not the Good Kind

All right,
that's it.

I'm calling
the fire department.

NomNomNom

Yes! I can! I can eat this plant
ALL I WANT because

NOBODY can stop me!

Listen Up!

Yo, Woman! There's a reason I climb into my comfy tiny tent.
Can you guess what it is?

Conversing with Humans

What she says:

Spitty, get off the table.


What I say:

You talkin' to me?

Mr. Nippy

Mr. Nippy has a velcro tummy
where mom stuffs the, well, you know.

Some days, I dig my claws into Mr. Nippy
and rub him all over my face.

Other days, not so much.

Yeah, I can quit anytime.

Why I Can't Has Outside Fun

This is the view from my Tower, from which I observe the neighborhood. I watch cars and neighbors, crazy homeless guys, trucks, lost buses, doggies and other denizens of my neighborhood as they go about their business every day.

I am not allowed to go out there, which annoys me, but even I have to admit it doesn't look very kitteh-friendly.

Still, a guy can dream, can't he?

Peel Me a Grape

This is why
it's okay sometimes
when she doesn't make the bed.

Oh, and forget the grape.
I'll have a slice of fresh tuna
with just a dot of caviar.