The Huddled Masses Yearning . . .

Sure, go ahead, Human, look at me and make your little joke. Ha ha ha! You know why I am huddled here, pathetically cuddling up with an armchair, don't you?

That's right, Buttercup. You are not making time to play with me or give me the Brushies that I like and deserve, so I am making my own fun. If it makes you feel guilty, well, that's just a bonus.

Downward-Facing Cat

Yoga? Nuthin' to it.

Humans are such complainers.

Chillin' Like a Villain . . . andTale of the Tiny Toilet

Oh, Kitties! Yes, now I am Chillin' like a Villain . . . but I sure wasn't earlier today. In fact, I spent a good portion of the morning UTB as a plummer came and ripped out our (well, to be precise, her) toilet and replaced it with some kindergarten-size model. I don't get it though--I thought he'd be bringing fruit, not some doll-house throne!

So, as you can see, the tank is considerably smaller and less, um, forceful in its flushes.

And now she will have to repaint the wall, eh?

The sturdy old standby lasted 109 years--since 1907, when this place was built.

I dunno. What are the chances this commode will make it till 2125?

Sunny Sunday Selfie

We are very happy living here in the Cool Gray City of Love, as both the Human and I hates the hots with a burning passionate loathing. However, thus far this August, there has been only ONE (1) day that reached 70°. So even though we love our fog, it was a Good Thing to see the sun today.

My Lonely Caturday, Interrupted

So, the Human decided to abandon me today, Caturday, the day that should be most devoted to the Kitty, after her long work-week. Instead she went out gallivanting.

But I am a tolerant ManCat, am I not? I had already forgiven her in my heart, in this fine year of Mercy, ready to offer her some love as soon as I woke up from my nappy.

But you know what, Kitties? I bet you do, don't you? Instead of patiently awaiting my company, she came and Woke Me Up. Honestly, the nerve of her! I hope she's not gonna be looking for love in all the wrong places tonight, Kitties, 'cause there ain't gonna be any on offer.

Claws . . . and Effect

Kitties!
The horrifying discovery of this led to . . .

       plenty of this today!

This Lamp Has a Shade

I told her she didn't need to draw it on, that you were smart enough to fill it in for her, but she insisted. Fooey.
Now I just look silly.