No, It Most Certainly Does Not Need to Be Washed

But I know something that will need a rinse in Bactine if you try to lift me off here. Capisce?

On the Good Ship . . . .

¯Lollipop ¯¯

This is so humiliating, Kitties. For the third day this week she photographed me on my favorite tower by the window, where the afternoon sun streams in. 

That much was A-OK. You know how we kitties love our sameness, day-in, day-out. 

But then (oh, how I blush to say!) she started calling me her ©-shaped Little Lollipop Man cause my dangly foot looked like the stick part.

Gag me.

Respect Your Cat Day?

Surely you mean Worship Your Cat Day, right?

Messy ManCat Monday?

Okay, I get that reasonable felines might conclude that I am a tad, well, rumpled springs to mind.  But messy? As if!  This ManCat meows Nyet to that nonsense.

Sunday Selfie: Springtime Sun Puddle with Sparkly Ball

This was *supposed* to be a Caturday Artsy post, but I'm sure I don't need to explain why it morphed into a Sunday Selfie, do I now?

Gimme Them Old-Tyme X's & O's

So the Human brought me to the 
girls' flag football game today.

Things were not going too well for
the Home Team, until I stepped in at
the half and showed those girlies a
thing or two about how to make a play.

And just look at how they perked up after a special S'Pep Talk!

Okay, okay, they didn't exactly win or anything, but they did score two count-'em-two TDs, their very first offensive points of the season.

What a Crybaby!

So her hand got in the way 
of me and my toy. 
Cue the Waaaaaaambulance!