Kitties! Last night after the Block Pawty, the Aunties came over for an adult beverage, and they came bearing a gift! A gift for me! They purchased this royal throne for my sweet girl Onyx, but do you know what? Onyx spurned it, yes she did! They tried for a whole month to lure her onto it, using all their Human wiles, but Onyx wanted no part of it, unh-unh, no way, not having nuffing to do wif it. Girlcats! ::rolls eyes:: So, who is their next-favorite kitty? Why, it's me of course. And does King Spitty refuse a gift from his loyal and devoted Human subjects? Why no indeed, he does not. It is ultra-fun and super comfy. What a treasure! Thanks, Aunties!
You may think this picture is from yesterday, but I assure you, my Loyal Subjects, that it is most certainly *not* -- today was even worser than yesterday. Oh, the Hots! Oh, the Humids! Oh Bast! Can it please be winter soon? I'll be a Good Boy, I promise!
I am not really supposed to climb up on this table where there are things that I might knock over and break. As if this is the freaking Louvre and her tacky tchotchkes are valuable objets d'art and not candles from the Dollar Store on a cheap tray from Pier One. Spitty does what he pleases, when he pleases and nobody tells him, "No."