Monday, August 31, 2015

Tower Fun + Surprise Grass

My new tower offers an exciting play surface:


And look! The Aunties gotted a new lawn today:

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Score!

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!

Saturday, August 29, 2015

The Block(heads) Pawty

   





What are these silly Humans doing now?












There is a bluegrass band (who cares?) and foods (Huh. Maybe they aren't that silly after all...).











Everybody had to bunch up for a picture. No one invited me to be in it. Guess they didn't want to look bad in comparison.







People barbequed. No one brought me any. The Human did give me some of her toona sandwich earlier.
Still, it would've been polite to offer, don't you think?






There was a bouncy house for the Human kittens. Fank Cod no one invited me into that!









Friday, August 28, 2015

I'm Melllllllllllllllting . . .



























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!

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Oh, Pardon Me





Just checking to see if this is my best side

Or my other best side.

And gossiping with my friends, of course. They know a lot of juicy secrets.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Hardly Strictly Speaking


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."

Tuesday, August 25, 2015