This nice throw was a gift to the Human many, many moons ago (not to be confused with the most excellent blanket-size version Punapippuri sent us last fall). We like our throw, but it is missing, oh, je ne sais quoi? There's a Tuxie, and a Calico, and a Meezer, and a Ginger, and a Tabby and a Whitester. But . . . but . . . well, surely you see the glaringomission.
Kitties, I know I may not *look* excited, but believe me, this is as worked up as I get these days, ha ha meow. Yes, Spring Break has sprung and perhaps it is time for my Christmas Blanket to be put away. The Human should be doing lots of chores for me in the next 10 days. Starting tonight.
I dunno what putrid Fancy Feast flavor the Human tried to pawn off as breakfast this morning, but Uh-uh, no-how, no-way was Yours Truly going to consume even a morsel. Finally, around 3:00 p.m. the Old Bat took pity on me and opened a new can. If she cared at all, that would've happened like seven hours ago. I wonder how long you are expected to starve and suffer before your Human replaces the poisonous offering with something more to your liking? Is there a rule?
I was *just* emerging from the transporter when the Human snapped this photo! One second earlier and my hindquarters might have been left behind at -- oops! Almost gave away a tad too much information there, didn't I? What a close call!
The Human has Spring Break coming right up (they have a half day on Thursday, April 13, and then she is officially on vacation till April 24). That is 11 whole days (I am excellent at counting.) She has promised me that this break will not follow the pattern of previousvacations when I have been shunted aside, abandoned for days & days while she goes and has funtimes with her other friends. Oh no, she is staying right here with me even if I have to sink every one of my 18 claws into her. See? There's that counting thing again.
The Human struck gold this weekend when a friend who is redecorating offered her this really, really, really adorable* quilt. * Now, Spitty knows what you're thinking, Kitties: How can anything that isn't one of US be "adorable," and to be honest, you're absolutely right. If this were a kitty, it would be adorable3, no question about it. But for a Lambie, he's pretty cute.
N.B. What's doubly insulting about this is that it's an "art quilt." And what the Sam Hill is that, I want to know! The only use of a quilt I can think of is to lie about on it and squirm and fur it all up real good, till it's nice and comfy and smells just right. I mean, what do I get from staring at it hanging on a wall?
So the Human brought me to the girls' flag football game today. Things were not going too well for the Home Team, until I stepped in at the half and showed those girlies a thing or two about how to make a play.
And just look at how they perked up after a special S'Pep Talk! Okay, okay, they didn't exactly win or anything, but they did score two count-'em-two TDs, their very first offensive points of the season.
It's important for a ManCat to be clean and fresh all over. You never know who might be dropping by, right? Yes, I know: My pom-poms are not as perky as once they were, but they can still be fresh and floofy!
Just in time for Caturday, too. You would not *believe* how hard it was to properly motivate the Human after her few days of sloth. She was on a roll there for a week or two, and then a little "obstacle" came along and she completely derailed -- really, why doesn't she just quit already? She might've worked a little harder to artify this photo if she weren't binge watching True Detective. How did she never see this before? She's riveted!
Kitties, Gather round! I have something to discuss with you. For about a week I have been ruminating, and stewing, and--yes--even brooding over this ridiculous notion of the Humans that they can manipulate time! Do they think they are Gods? Time Lords? Observers? Q?
Still, I had not quite decided how I, Spitty the Kitty, could manipulate this "Saved" time to my best advantage. Until today, when it came to me in a flash from . . . well, I don't know. The Tardis? The Enterprise? No matter. I claim my Daylight-Savings Hour on my schedule, please, and I will have it from 2 a.m. to 3 a.m. this week. I expect bright sun, warm puddles and soft breezes.
I will let you know later when I expect to see it next week.
The Human's photoing skills leave much to be desired. For one thing, she is too lazy/impatient/unimaginative to take good action shots so she's forever sneaking up on me when I am napping (which, to be fair, I--like most 12-year-old kitties--do a lot of). It's easy, she says. I look good, she says (and honestly, who wants to argue with that?) Still, lots of times I rip around the place chasing toys or imaginary mice and I look way more interesting and exciting. Apparently, her photoing skills are not up to that, or she's too lazy to go get the camera, or she's up to some inconsequential Human activity. I could use a new photographer. Maybe craigslist has a section for that? I could pay in kibbles. Or Kitcoin.
you are never too old! I rolled the ol' Furrari right out onto the street and, in a flash, collected Sweet Nellie in British Columbia. We stopped by a nice nature reserve where I had some flowers waiting for her:
We lunched on a couple of tiny forest creatures, and then sped off to San Francisco, where we enjoyed a little spray from the Pacific and a slightly cloudyblue sky:
I whisked her home before her Mommy even knew she had run off with me! Though maybe she'll wonder where the flowers came from . . .
I was . . . confused. "Sweet kitty sleeping under a buffalo" N.B. The Human took this about two weeks ago as I snoozed peaceably in the sun. It really is just me, albeit in some really weird position such that it is almost impossible for me or the Human to figure out what is what. Obviously, there is a central ear, and I believe the tippity top of my tailio is peeking in from the lower left. All the other random furs? Well, your guess is as good as mine, Kitties. And that's the whole troof.
So we took Janet Dake & Ducky up on their offer to knit PussyCatHats in exchange for a donation to Planned Parenthood.
Our hat arrived the other day and we were so pleased we put it on right away. Well, let's be honest here: She put it on. *I* was not a volunteer, and you might just possibly be able to tell I was not an enthusiastic model. I stilllook better than the post-flu Human though. And the pre-flu Human too, when you get right down to it.
Or maybe it's Laissez rouler les bon temps, as the French teacher at the Human's school says. Either way, it works for me. As you can see, we had a wee bit of sun today, and I thought the fevver a festive addition for almost Mardi Gras. I have missed all my furiends, but the Human is moving apace into recovery mode and perhaps our little heads will pop up more often in the coming week. Man, she was sick, though. Lordy, lordy, lordy.
Hi Kitties, Humans and Other Creatures: The Human has been Down For The Count, as they say, basically since Valentine's Day, She made her return debut at her job today (and wasn't that a pretty thing? not) and feels that a two-day work week was just about the right re-entry speed. Absent major or minor relapses, she tells me we should reappear along about Sunday Selfie time. This illustration she oh-so-carefully borrowed from Creative Commons (requiring as it said "no attribution" but we're scared anyway, so here) is far too youthful and flattering, but does reflect the general ambiance in Casa Spittola for the past 10 days or so. Humans. Such a bunch of whiners.