(Almost) Wordless Wednesday:The Thousand-Yard Stare

Shhhhhhh.

Do not speak.

I am thinking  my

Important Thoughts.

Well-fed Once Again

I am warm and fed and not starving anymore.













I think I will take my baff now.










There's a dirty spot.










And look! Another.
Life is good again.

Kitties! I Almost Starved!

Do you see this HALF of a can? Do you? It is a mere morsel, I tell you, barely enough to keep a kitten alive from one day to the next, let alone a full-grown and robust manly ManCat such as myself!

But did the Human leave any kind of instructions for the Auntie? Like, "Make sure to give him BOTH halves of the can for dinner"?

No, of course she did not! So I got HALF A CAN! Oh Bast, the outrage of it all!

And worser, she told Auntie she did not need to "bother" coming this morning as she would be home "plenty early" to give me my breakfast herself!

Do you know what "plenty early" means in her book?  Do you know what time she rolled in from the Old Bat Slumber Party? Well, do you??

At NOON, Kitties, in fact after NOON.

And she said, "Oh look, Spitty, all your food plates are empty! You don't even have any crunchies left!"

"Well, d'oh! Feed me!" And so she did.

Om nom, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom.

I'm Sulky . . . So Sulky

As if it isn't BAD ENOUGH that the Human abandons me every day for her stoopy job, now the Old Bat tells me she is off to an Old Bat Slumber Pawty tomorrow.

Apparently, it's not enough to go play bridge in the East Bay for an afternoon. 

Oh noooooooooooooooooooooo. 

Now they are going to have a Bridge Slumber Pawty so they can play till all hours and drink martinis 'cause no one will have to drive home. To me. Like she should.

I Vant to Be A-loan

For some unknown reason, the Human cannot resist a dangly foot.

Meh.

Doesn't do much for me.









                                              

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Godspeed, 
Sweet Grayce
Give Mr. Teeth and Clarkie 
a little bitey for us.

It's a Floorlover's Life for Me

Yo ho, Mee-yow, a floorlover's life for me.

I extort and pilfer, I filch and I sack.

Drink up me 'earties, Mee-yow.

Maraud and embezzle and even highjack.

Drink up me 'earties, Mee-yow!

There's a surprising lot to do down here, too.

I get the best shot at fresh bugs or dropped food. 

I come across forgotten toys.

I can strike out at a passing toe or ankle.

Plus, what little coolish air there is, is right here. 

Where I get first crack at it.

(Muscial) ManCat Monday

Hot town, summer in the city

Alla my furs getting dirt and gritty

No purrs, isn't it a pity

Doesn't seem to be a fogbank in the city

All around, Kittehs looking half dead

Walkin' on windowsills, 

hotter than a match head

But at night it's a different game

Go out and find a dame

Come-on come-on and meow all night

Despite the heat it'll be all right

And Fluffy, don't you know it's a pity

That the days can't be like the nights

In the summer, in the city

In the summer, in the city