The Hiss Heard Round the Interwebz

Furriends! We have the most shocking news we've ever heard -

HELLO KITTY is NOT a KITTEH after all!

GASP!

According to news sources, she is actually a British girl with a kitteh of her own, Charmy Kitty.

https://www.dogonews.com/2014/9/19/hello-kitty-begins-her-40th-birthday-celebrations-by-declaring-she-is-not-a-cat

Wow. We're just.... just meowless.

PS: Happy Birthday, HK. We think!

My Serious Face

Do you see it?

I mean business here, furriends!

I'm doing the most critical task any feline can do - supervising the preparation of the noms.

This happens to be the evening noms, but it's the same face I use for all meals.

And really, it takes FOREVER these days.

She always has to wash out the bowls first,

then open a fresh can, then put it in the bowls.

And then carry it to the buffet area.

I have to be with her every step of the way - y'all understand!

I'm just exhausted by the time I get to eat.

Caturday Is here!!

All hail the Great Caturday!

And do I ever need it. I have been working HARD this week, furrriends.

Here I am, guarding the shoes:

and then the purse:

Cuz let's face it, guarding stuff is a MANKITTEH'S job!

And now it's time for my reward.

Toesies Tuesdays

I am a big believer in keeping everything very tidy and in place. I groom a lot - of course, not only am I a girl, I am a girl who is a PRINCESS - but I am very, very particular about my toesies.

I spend a lot of time on the back ones, chewing and trying to make sure they are in purrrfect shape. Mom couldn't get any action shots of that, so she decided to use this nice stair one instead:

Hey, a girl needs to keep SOME things private!

Happy Tuesday, y'all.

Monday, Monday

Sunday Easy has been expanded this week!

Mom is home on vacation for a few days,

so we're just hanging out with her.

Caturday Ick

Mom wants to talk to y'all. So we are turning this over to her and going back to sleep.

Mom:

Just a warning for anyone who might purchase Wellness Duo Pates. I tried to buy some this morning; one container slipped and broke open in my basket. HOLY COD, that smell was absolutely one of the WORST I have ever had to experience. And there were maggots, guys, multiple nasty ones. Some fell on the floor.

I tried to make it known to the store. Three times. Nobody really cared. That was extremely frustrating - I get that these things happen, unfortunately - but FIX IT. It needs to be a top priority. Normally I would just walk away, but I didn't want anyone else to get theirs home and find out there. I consider myself lucky. Kind of.

Now back to our regularly scheduled fun stuff.

Yak Attack!

I tend to have yak attacks in the wee hours. On the bed, of course, cuz that is where the Mom sleeps and I usually sleep there too, on the pillows. So when the need hits -

It did the other night. I haven't had one in weeks, but around 4:30 am, it was time. The pre-noises always wake Mom up and she grabs the towel from the bed for me to barf on****. We struggled about me using it, but in the end she got it mostly under the yak.

Until the morning light when she realized I got a fair amount on the wall.

I'm so proud! SCORE!!!





**** BTW, that is just embarrassing. I don't approve - can you believe she keeps a clean towel on the bed EVERY FREAKIN' night now?? I hate throwing up on that thing, it's just not right. She started that a month or so ago after one bad week, when my efforts made her change the sheets two nights in a row, around 4 am. Well, when she did the other night, after I sat there recovering, I just turned my head and gave her The Look. Let her know I did not appreciate the towel. At all.