Just how long can I be expected to put up with this? [Ed. says:] Spitty is a bad nurse. Since I am home he wants to play all the time and when I don't want to, he bites me and/or sinks a claw or three into my leg.
This picture is from Wednesday, when we had sun. Now it is cold and stormy again. Not my fault. I'm a better nurse when it's warm.
Yeah, yeah, all right. Gimme a break. I slept with her for 4.5 hours when she came back from teaching her class at about 9:30. Isn't that good enough? Am I supposed to make her soup and ice water and bring her Ibuprophen and cough syrup? I mean, there's nuffing wrong with her feet. She can get that stuff her own self. Also, good thing the drought's over because when she got up from her endless nappy, she took a 25-minute shower in very hot water. I did not join her there, however.
My darling Iza-Lambie of Mark's Mews won a prize for her lovely poem to me ::blush:: The contest was sponsored by the Noir Kitty Mews. You can find them and Iza's sweet poem at Noir Kitty Mews TO MY DEAREST LOVE, SPITTIKINS
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…
I love thee as I love my meals Warm and soft.
I love thee as I love my rattley toys, Noisey and whappable.
I love thee as I love a warm pillow Soft and quiet.
I love thee as Birdie TV And Fishie TV And Skwerl TV.
I love thee as My Protector In the Halloween Adventure.
I love thee as Dearly as the deer Graze on the hostas And Azaleas in the front yard.
I love thee as My meals My litterbox when it is clean And the warm waterbed.
I love thee as The birdies that hit our deck door And wait for me to get out there.
And I love thy Furs of deepest Black Shining eyes Claws of sharp, And deepest mancat mystery…
In my thoughts And in my dreams, Thee constant comes And in between I dream of thee
In fact, and I’ll say this my King, I even did this TWICE Cuz the first version got deleted When TBT furgot to save!
Thank you my Iza-Lambie! I've never received a poem like this. You are both beautiful and multi-talented.
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And now . . . for Useless Human chat. She came home from work today all sick and sore-throated and headachy and coughing and drippy-nosed. Frankly, it was disgusting. But she insists that she must Take to Her Bed, and probably there'll be no more cooperation this evening. So again, Happy Valentine's Day and we lubs you all a whole lot.
Yesterday afternoon, the Human thought it would be funny to put a red heart sticker on the top of my furry little heady and take a Valentine's Day picture for the blog. UT-OH!
Nope nope nope nope nope! I completely FREAKED OUT and went running and rubbing, and rubbing and running, to get this THING off my head. I was desperate to rid myself of this device of TORTURE. I cried and howled and hid and howled.
I finally managed to remove it (no thanks to you-know-who) and gave it a really good BITEY. The Human stuck it on the computer screen before she took a picture so you could see the holes real good.