Tuesday, June 20, 2017

                       Mmmmm, Delicious Wheat Grass

And on the good coffee table, too. Nice and close 
to my Nap Tower. It's just purrfect.

Monday, June 19, 2017

Napping Style Points

Gently tilted head:
9/10

Curled front paw:
10/10

Dangly back leg:
9/10

Tailio tuck:
8/10

Tidy fit on platform:
10/10


Nap Style Score: 46/50

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Sunday Selfie: Only 16 Minutes Left!




OMC, Kitties!  It's 11:44 p.m. and I can't miss another Sunday!

Misty May will worry I don't love her anymore.

I think I'll make it! Uh-oh: 13 minutes! Hope all 
the Daddio's--feline and 
Human--had a great day!

Friday, June 16, 2017

         She's Obsessed, I Tell You

Still, these are fine close-ups of my mighty paws doing one of the things they do best.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

All Summer in a Day
































So, it was sunny and kind of warm today instead of windy and drippy and gray. I quite enjoyed myself, basking in the warms and poking holes in the curtains (So what? They were tiny ones!)

Monday, June 12, 2017

It's a Bird . . . It's a Plane . . . It's My Human!


She's back. Finally.

For weeks and weeks days and days, it's been wedding-this and wedding-that, and at long last all the events are over, the deed is done and the niece is a married lady and off cavorting with The Husband in Montreal.

All of this was of no concern to me, but it is good to have the Human at my beck and call again. Really, I never think it is acceptable for her attention to be elsewhere

Amirite?

Friday, June 9, 2017

          #FlashBackFriday

                 Remember that time last February when Mickey came to visit?

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

                                                 Thinking On Thursday


Thinking is something
I usually save up
for the weekend,
but I figured,
Why not get some
in early and
then I can
nap right on 
through Caturday?

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday





























Most things look better when you put them in a circle.

Monday, June 5, 2017

Spittola/Spittoon

   First cousins





















Once removed.
   Or maybe twice.


Sunday, June 4, 2017

Sunday Selfie: Please Don't Try to Hug Me




























I know it's Hug Your Cat Day, and I know how much you want--nay, need--to do it. 
But could you at least wait till later when I'm more in the mood?

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Now You See It, Now You Have to Look for It

No, not me, Sillies, my furry toy! It's there, even in the last shot. I am just keeping it safe.

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Someone Demanded Proof


Yes, cough, cough, I see you over there in Finland(N), chortling into your lakka about my advancing years.

And I do have some silver threads among the ebon; I am quite proud of them, too, as they indicate my growing wisdom and maturity. I am a teenager now (13, to be precise) and unlike Humans of that callow age, I am a venerable elder, to be listened to and obeyed.

Got that?

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Grumpier Than Thou, Grumpy Cat

And with good reason too. It is the Week of Abandonment (aka "Graduation")
and You-Know-Royal-Who has slipped down on the list of priorities. Oh yes,
I get *fed,* and sometimes she waves as she breezes through.
She says that's as good as it will get until Caturday. A Boy could expire from loneliness by then, surely. Well, perhaps not. I am good company for myself.

Saturday, May 27, 2017

                         Fevverus Interruptus

I loves my fevver but I also loves to be fresh and fragrant.
Sometimes it's quite the dilemma.

Friday, May 26, 2017

              Fee Fi Fo Fum . . . Filoli!

While I enjoyed a nice afternoon nap on Wednesday, the Human and her friend drove down to a WWI-vintage country estate on the Peninsula called Filoli*, which is now part of The National Trust for Historic Preservation. They toured the fancy old house and wandered through the formal gardens, which are filled with . . . um . . . some things the Humans call Art. Uh-huh. Okay. Why not?
Like this for instance. We think the name of this piece is Worst Nightmare of the Trout Towne Tabbies, mwah hah hah. Apparently the actual title is "Searching," and it can be yours for $6500.  Anyone? Anyone? 
Right. We didn't think so.

*The rather odd name of the place came from three words in the original owner's credo: Fight for a just cause; Love your fellow man; Live a good life. All right, we can cosign onto that.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Pooping Out Pinkie?





I was feeling all warm and stretchy and relaxed when suddenly the Human said, "Spitty! Did you eat Pinkie and poop him out again?"

"Of course not," I replied indignantly.

But really, so what if I had?

What business is it of hers?

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

                                 I'm All Tuckered Out

from Katie Isabella's Board Meeting this afternoon.
It was brutal
I think some kitties' Human staff got fired.

In other news, the Human wanted to get
all artsy early this morning so she took
this picture with her phone cause she liked the foggy
gray skies with the little dots of sun, but in the picture
it just looks like smoke. But it wasn't.
I think she needs a new hobby.

Monday, May 22, 2017

Saturday, May 20, 2017

                    Sunday Selfie: This Is My Life Now

Yes, Kitties, it has come to this. I must needs nap away my days, starving, unloved and unplayed-with* as the Human spends all her waking hours and what little energy she possesses at her advanced age at her loathesome (to me) j-o-b. Oh, she talks a good game ("It'll be summer soon, Spitty, and we'll have a good time then, Spitty"), but I have excellent reason to be skeptical. Promises are cheap and follow-through far from guaranteed. At least she *was* helping me post, till last Tuesday, that is. Then even my single line to the outside world was unceremoniously severed. Oh, the Humanity! It's an outrage is what it is.
* Okay, maybe not starving.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

In the Grand Tradition of

James & the Giant Peach, we present 
Spitty and His Late-Night Snack

Monday, May 15, 2017

Huddling Up

Some days, I find it's best to just burrow into my comfy cave and tune out the tumult and the shouting of the Human world and its "news bulletins."

If they actually mean something, they'll still be there tomorrow, and if they don't, best not to hear them and fret unnecessarily. And honestly, is necessary fretting even a thing? I think not.



Sunday, May 14, 2017

Sunday Selfie: Sleepytimes Spitty




Lullaby and good night 
Now the daytime is over

You wouldn't think I'd like the Human to sing to me, but I do.














And . . .
Happy Mother's Day to Moms of all kinds, including the Human's beloved Mom and Grandma across the Bridge.

Friday, May 12, 2017

              I Feel G-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-d

                        Please, can it be playtimes now? You're late.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Purry Purry Blurry

 
It's a happy soothing sound that the Humans 
cannot make because they are not worthy.

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

        All Right, Mr. DeMille, I'm Ready for My Close-Up

If the l-a-z-y Human would paint my hideous-but-beloved radiator, 
you too could gaze upon the Object of my Worship.

Monday, May 8, 2017

           The King in His Natural Habitat

Please note the Royal Blankie has lived to see another day, 
and a Golden Glow seems to be radiating from my nether regions.

Sunday, May 7, 2017

The Light at the End of the Tunnel

Just because my Human is too busy lazy to help me visit my friends lately 
doesn't mean I can't go traveling on my own.

Saturday, May 6, 2017

Sunday Selfie: Always Up on the 411































Who needs Hoodline when I can see all the neighborhood misbehavior 
I want from the comfort of my little purple beddy? Also, please note 
the fetching little paw today. Is it not très charmant?

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

May the Fourth Be With You







I'm just waiting on the Millennium Falcon to drop by and scoop me up. I'm certain
Han & Chewy will let me bring my blankie.



Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Christmas in May

Last December, the Swiss Cats sent me all sorts of Very Fine Presents, among them this Christmas Blanket, to which I have become irrationally* attached (*the Stoopy Human's term, not mine, I hasten to assure you).
A few weeks ago, she threatened to "put it away" to which I said, "Go ahead. I dare you."

Q.E.D.  Heh, heh.



Monday, May 1, 2017

Glorious MayDay

Happy Spring to All Creatures Great and Small. It's time for window whiffies and electric fans. It was over 80° again today, but not for long and the temp is dropping fast (sorries East Bay neighbors). Life is good again.

Sunday, April 30, 2017

Spitty's Spiffy Sunday Selfie

Newsflash: It was over 80° today. No, no, no, no, no!

Spitty has not approved such a$$hattery and wishes to file a complaint with the Proper Authorities. The Human says that is not her and really there is probably no one who can help me. That doesn't sound right, though, does it? 
Wasn't it that stoopy Apollo guy who drove the sun across the sky? He prolly has a cell number. Anybody got it? Maybe I could text him.

Saturday, April 29, 2017

You Just Can't Trust a Human

 During spring break, I came to allow the Human unusual liberties. She was allowed some lap time, she was allowed to walk right up and pick me up, she suffered not a single wound. However, spring break came to a crashing halt last Monday. The rules have reverted to their usual state: Do not stalk me, do not pick me up, do not expect a warm welcome when you suddenly reappear after 10 hours. Got thatColor me suspicious.

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Cleanliness Is Next to Codliness




Sometimes the Human offers to give me a Real Baff, but then she explains that it means putting my beautiful furry body in  water. ::shudder::

As if Spitty would ever do that!

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

This? She Walks Away from This Every Morning?

I really don't see how she can, do you?
I sat in the hallway this morning and gazed mournfully at her as she backed furtively through the door, ashamed.

As well she should be.


She told me tonight that tomorrow the drama class and the a cappella singers are having their spring performance and she will be staying at school till Cod only knows when. I will probably starve, right? 

But she'll have seen her show and so it will have all been worth it.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Sunday Selfie: So You Think You Need
to Go Back to Work Tomorrow?



Because, really, you don't.

You can just stay home here with me all the time.

As I would prefer.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

IKEA Cat












Some assembly required.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

               Mr. Manly ManCat

Now, ordinarily, my mancatliness is a matter taken for granted,
and I feel no need to comment upon it. However, today the Human
managed this additional close up (below) which wonderfully highlights
my very substantial, meaty upper arms. Spitty's got guns, Kitties.