(Mostly) Wordless Wednesday

I gots two wiry-ish 
Old ManCat 
White Whiskas. 

They're growing on me, though.


Ha ha ha ha ha!

My Adventure in the Pristine New Box

The Human bought something else she didn't 
really need and of course it came in a large 
and attractive box just purrfect for the Kitty.

I was having a spectacular time in the fresh 
and unfurred/unflea'ed interior when I heard 
raised voices right outside the bedroom window!

Nuffing is more urgent than potential drama, so of course
I sprang into Neighborhood Watch mode. Too bad it turned
out to be nothing interesting at all. Sigh.
I never get to have any good gossipy fun anymore.

Sunday Selfie: The Name's Lannister. . .

Spitty Lannister.

I'm here about the Iron Throne.

I heard there might be a vacancy.

Just Another Caturday Block Pawty: Now with the Constabulary!

The Watcher

The Watchees

So the Humans and Dogs of Hugo Street and environs had a big pawty today (what you're seeing is the tail end of its dismantling). There were NO kitties invited. How outrageous is that? Not that any of us would have attended, you understand, but it would be nice to be asked. There were lots of cops around. I think it was for the food though, since no one here was protesting anything except that the deviled eggs ran out too fast.

What a Week

Hello, Kitties. Sorry I've been gone for weeks and weeks three days. First, I had to help the Human make the bed, then I had to catch up on my sleep, and finally I had to take care of her when her very dear friend died after an all-too-brief battle with cancer. Things have reached a sort of equilibrium now, and I think it is time for her to start paying attention to ME again. In fact, it's always time for that.

Elapsed Eclipse

Oh, hello. Yes, there was a 75.5% eclipse today, even here in Foggy Bottom. The Human had quite a festive time of it at school, cavorting about with hundreds of 16-year-olds and swapping eclipse glasses and pinhole cameras around like so many lip glosses and mascara tubes. Surely I need not tell you how very excited I was.

Stealthy Sunday Selfie

I'll bet you would like to know how I took this Selfie from above and behind, but if I told you I'd have to send you some fleas so I will keep my seekrits.

Thanks to visitor Mary Mc. who reminded the Human about (food-grade) diatomaceous earth which the Human applied to my favorite sleeping spots today (hurray) and (embarrassingly) to my nether regions where I do not approve of being flea-combed. We had some right here--she got it out when someone reminded her about it a couple weeks ago, and then she promptly forgot about it. Another WMD in our little arsenal.