Tuesday Talking Points

Hey, Spitty, I really don't think we should forgive 

the Human for locking us in the closet 

this afternoon. Honestly, it took her, like, 

forever to figure out where our pitiful meowing 

was coming from and let us out. She didn't really

even seem that sorry to me.  Phffft.

#noexcuses

Well, Spitty, I don't know. She has been 

careless lately, but she is, after all, getting 

more senile by the day, so maybe it's not really 

her fault. How old did she say she was? I didn't 

even know numbers went that high. Did you? 

And the food has been good, right? I say

we take our nap now and decide later.

#foodisgood

S-t-r-e-t-c-h-y Sunday Selfie

Sometimes when I  s-t-r-e-t-c-h out, I realize I am, like, 6'2". 

I'm yuuuuuuuge.

The Human better Watch Out.

The Watcher

So the Human went to visit a friend & colleague today. I gave her permission, because the nice lady in question has been out of commission since being hit by a drunk driver last November. The Human's friend was a pedestrian at the time.

She is doing pretty well and will return to work later this semester. So as you can imagine, I was happy to grant approval for this visit.

However! I did not anticipate there would be others involved in this visit. I might not have been so lenient had I had advance knowledge of Scout and Portia.

Spittola's Sepia Splendor

Hello, Kitties. I've missed you (well, I suppose it would be more technically correct to say, "I've missed you during those very few hours of consciousness we kitties enjoy in any 24-hour period.") She sepia'd me thinking to be all clever and old-fashioned, but I kind of miss my purple beddie and really black (and red) furs. Still, I guess I look all right except for that big baldish spot above my eye there, though she did try to cover it up a bit. Her Photoshop work is like having bad plastic surgery though. Best to just accept yourself au naturel and carry on.

Didn't Work on the Ark Today

but I've made a lot of progress in the past month. I'm still wondering about some of the passengers, though. Do we really need Chihuahuas? or hamsters? And certainly not two of them anyway.

P.S. 

One of the Human's officemates, who wishes to be known only as TPT,* took this *much* better rainbow picture at the 24th Street BART station yesterday. We bow to her superior rainbow-framing.

* The Pregnant Teacher

What Do You Mean You Wanted a Pot of Gold?

C'mon! You know you'd rather have me, right? Right?

It hailed this afternoon and then the sun came out and then there 

was this.

At Last: A Sunday Selfie!

Would you believe the SUN broke through for about 20 minutes? And, heat-seeking missile creature that I am, I found it and gloried in it, however briefly. Of course, the Human did not miss her opportunity either, drat it. Still, a clickity-click was small price to pay for a few rays. 

Plus, it gave me a chance to rejoin Sunday Selfies after about a month away. And may I say, Smoochies to Beauteous Misty-May, and thanks for the kissie on my Whale-Day.