King of All I Survey

I am waiting for my Minions to gather. 

I may need Minions if tensions with Finland worsen.

I am feeling on edge.

Sometimes a Cigar

is *just* what a boy needs at the end of a long day.

N.B. Even though these are crummy pictures, the Human was so excited to see me playing with my Nip Cigar that she decided to post them anyway. Since bad photography does not reflect poorly on *me*, I am fine with it.

Fritzie, Lord Chancellor of the Western Realm

On the heels of this weekend's Coronation,

I wish to introduce a longtime and

most Highly Valued Member of my Court:

Fritzie

My dear furiend is directly descended from the Noble Chester of Chelsea, loyal housecat of Sir Thomas More, the noted Roamin' Catlick Felinist and Lord Chancellor to King Henry VIII, best remembered for his Catting Around.   
Sir Thomas was the author of UtoPeea, that timeless volume of fiction wherein Humans are imagined as capable of living in purrfect Harmony with one another. It is, of course, a farce.

Fritzie's Human, alas, does not maintain a blog, but Fritzie and I have engaged in near-daily correspondence for about five years. We are in purrfect accord in every particular regarding the needs of the Realm.

Recovery Mode

Kitties, I am too old for so much excitement! When I was just a young lad of six or seven, I could hold my own with the hard-partying crowd. Now that I am eight, I need my restorative beauty sleep, and you can bet that's what I'll be doing for the next 20 hours or so.

Also, I like how the tiny sunstripe highlights my earsie, don't you?

The Coronation of Katie Isabella, Queen of Tennessee & Neighboring Lands

And the Admiral spake:

Let the Coronation begin

with my gracious blessing upon this Grand Occasion

Yesterday, the Most Lovely and Beauteous

 Katie-Isabella:

Today, 

Katie-Isabella

Queen of Tennessee

The Gracious Katie  will be crowned by Punapippuri, King Kitty Cat of Finland (N)

and myself, Spitty-the-Kitty, King of California (N) & the Western Lands

Katie-Isabella is escorted on this Momentous Occasion

by her Dear Friend

Boomie

The Coronation Oath

Spitty R: Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the Peoples of Tennessee and any other parts of the Neighboring States that seem to need your Guiding Paw, and the other Territories to any of them belonging or pertaining, according to their respective laws and customs?

Katie Isabella: I solemnly promise so to do.

Spitty R:  Will you with your Mighty Claws cause Law and Justice, in Mercy, to be executed in all your judgments?

Katie Isabella: I will.

Spitty R:  Will you to the utmost of your power maintain the Laws of Ceiling Cat? Will you maintain and preserve inviolably the rights of all Kittehs in your charge, ensuring all rights and privileges, as by law do or shall pertain to them or any of them?

Katie Isabella: All this I promise to do.

Then Katie Isabella, arising up from Her Cushion, supported as before by Boomie, the Great Toys of State being carried before Her, went unto the Mighty Catnip Plant, to make Her solemn Oath in the sight of all the Kittehs present: Laying Her right Paw upon the Book of Purina (which was before carried in the procession and is now brought from the Catnip Plant by Spitty R and tendered to Her as She reclines upon the steps), She pronounces these words:

Katie Isabella: The things which I have here before promised, I will perform and keep. So help me Ceiling Cat.

At this time, King Spitty & King Punapippuri, assisted by the Gracious Boomie, place the Royal Crown of Tennessee upon the Furry Head of Katie-Isabella, thereby sealing her Coronation as Queen:

Queen Katie Isabella's Official Coat of Arms

The Coat of Arms features

several natural and man-made wonders

of the Queen's Homeland, Tennessee,

including a stretch of the Appalachian Trail

and, of course, everyone's friend Jack. 

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Guests are cordially invited to partake of Celebratory Noms, including

Smoked Salmon                         Caviar                                  Crab Legs

And to toast the New Queen with Clampagne and Niptinis

La Di Da La Di Da La La . . .

Oh, hi.

Me?
Just hanging around, nothing special to think about, nothing to plan, just a regular boring old day.  
What? You thought Spitty might spill the beans a day early? 

Ha! As if!

Spitty is a vault, 
I tell you, 
a vault.

Don't You Love a Good Mystery?

Noon Sunday, Pacific Standard Time, GMT -8

No worries.  No one's getting "hitched," Max.

By the way, that's not moi in yesterday's post.

Okay, everyone up to speed now? Good. I gotta get back to my busy schedule.
P.S. No new kitties [or ::shudder:: woofies] [or ::double shudder:: Humans] 
are coming to live here, either!