Wednesday, July 27, 2016

This Is My Story and I'm Sticking to It

As she was getting dressed to go to the movies one recent afternoon, the Human put on a pair of black shoes she likes and wears quite often. But they *really* hurt the toes on her right foot. She has a sort of semi-bent, hammertoe-ish dealio with the second toe on her right foot, but it usually never causes her a problem with shoes. The right shoe hurt so much she couldn't wear it. She was kind of upset about it, but was in a hurry, so she cursed at the shoe and cursed at her toes, put on another pair of shoes and left.

Many hours later she came home, and as she was getting undressed, she began to think again about that damned shoe. So she tried it on again, and again, it was super painful to walk in. She was really mad and unhappy, but this time when she removed it, she tilted it to look inside at the toe part. What should come rolling out but MY pink burlap mouse, waiting patiently exactly where he should be! I was napping so sweetly that she did not even whap me with the shoe! Ha ha ha!!! I **love** when stuff like this happens!

He crawled in there himself.

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

The Classic Napping Positions

There are four basic positions in modern-day classical napping, known as the First through Fourth Positions. In 1430 B.C.E., napping master Meriptah credited the codification of these four positions to Bast Herself. 

In the First Position, the right foreleg is curled carefully 
under the head and around the tender belly, thus 
providing a comfortable pillow for the noggin and ample 
protection for soft & vulnerable inner regions.

In the Second Position, both forelegs are fully extended, parallel to each other, spaced about 4-5 inches apart. The gentle stretching required for this position is soothing to the napper and offers both a welcome change from Position 1 and maximum frontal body exposure to the warms.

In the Third Position, the right footie is raised straight into the air, and the left dangled gracefully toward and slightly below it, forming a soft partial T.  The tip of the left paw is perpendicular to the middle of the right, with all toes gently curled inward for maximum effect.
Fourth position should form a neat little head cup. The right foreleg should semi-encircle the nosicle and mouth (taking great care to not impede respiration!) and the heddy should be inserted as deeply as possible into the little space created. If you do this position correctly, the Humans will be so overcome by devotion as to be unable to resist even your most outlandish demands.

Monday, July 25, 2016

                                    Monday Mashup

After Googling some info about a little day trip to Petaluma and purchasing Star Trek tix through Fandango yesterday, THIS was the ad that appeared on her Facebook sidebar a couple of minutes later. We don't know whether to laugh or scream.

Apparently, she did not learn her lesson the first time yesterday, as you may be able to tell from my expression above. If you are a slower learner (like her), certainly the little shot below should make everything clear.

An Homage to Snoopy atop His Doghouse.

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Sunday Selfie: Downput Me! Downput Me!

It was one thing when she wanted to hold me and pet me and cuddle. I mean, I can let her have her little snugglefest once in a while. 

But then, well THEN she sneakily dragged out the flashy box, and that was just Too Much, Kitties, it really was. Honestly, she cannot take such ridiculous liberties with my royal self.

Am I being soooo unreasonable?

Friday, July 22, 2016

Finally Friday!

Actually, now that summer school is over and real school will not begin till August 15, Friday has (temporarily) lost its celebratory feeling. Ho-hum. Just another day in the Castle. 
She did go to PetSmart to buy regular stuff, and she *did* remember to buy me a new toy or two. So there's that.

Thursday, July 21, 2016

                               Spitty's Special BlanKat

I gotted a wonderful present from . . . Finland(N)!
I've been kept away from it because of, well, you know, the fleeze--
but this morning I insisted it was time to let me play on it!
(She said I am not yet allowed to nap on it, because, you know, the fleeze.)
The books has funny titles:  The Little Brown Mouse . . .
A Tale of Two Kitties . . .
Cat O'Nine Lives . . .
The Three Mouseketeers . . . Field Guide to the Garbage Can . . .
How to Catnap and Smile . . . 
Holy Cats . . .  &  How to Smell a Rat 

This is a special little movie starring my New BlanKat, 
Me, and my special blue ball. It was a good time, Kitties. 
A really good time. Alas, my blankat was ripped untimely away till the fleeze are completely gone. Phfffft.

Thanks to my wonderful Royal Pal, Punapippuri, King Kitty Cat of Finland(N)--and to his Aiti, too!

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

The Fleeze Report

So, here at the Castle, we continue to wage low-level guerrilla warfare against those insidious little freaks of nature.

The Human vacuums several times a week, and I am brushed and combed within an inch of my life. On her last flea-combing session, she found no fleeze on me, but they do like to hang out in the dark and damp and difficult-to-reach (aka impossible) tender areas. No metal teefs are going to scrape me *there*, no sirree.

I had an Advantage dose yesterday, so we will see how things go. The Human has covered most of my best sleeping places with white dishtowels, the better to easily find the corpses. She also employs a lint roller--no, not on *me*, Sillies, on the surfaces I arise from.

What's next, I ask you: Hazmat suits?