One Eye on the Future

Peeps! MomKatt (hereinafter "MK" 'cause she's tired of typing the whole name.  LOL  DadKatt will be "DK".  It's the least I can do for her) says that there was a movie about somebody with that last name taking a day off. Sounds like a plan to me!  So ... no substantive blog entry today.  It's raining cats and dogs (pardon the expression) and MK is going shopping. Great weather for one long nap! Zzzzzzzzz Selina  

Peeps! Spring is coming!  I know for sure.  How do I know? Simple! Because our cat garden grows apace! We spend most afternoons thus employed. Wonder who will bloom first? Purrz! Selina

PSST!!  Hey, Brat!  Today's supposed to be WORDLESS!!! She never listens ...  

Girl kitties! (Well, guy kitties too, I guess.  I'm sure SOME of you aren't like this - and possess a wee bit of discretion and regard for others living with you.) Do any of you have a rude/immodest brofur? I do.  It's Ray. He "spraddles" (MomKatt's word for it - she thinks it's cute) all the time on the bed and it's just SO embarrassing but - apparently - not for him. I mean - right out in the open! In front of Bast and everyfur! If someone meows about it (like me) he just LOOKS at you - like he's doing in this picture, as if to say:  "Huh?  What?" It's disgusting!  It's like a human male leaving the toilet seat up! We girls and discerning guys don't want to see this - am I right?  Can I get a "Yes ma'am!"?   (And don't EVEN ask me about his uncovered, nuclear waste dumps!!!)  When *I* perform this act, I do it quietly and I'm not brazen about it.  I don't unashamedly show my blossom

Meowlo, peeps! Working on one's tan takes time! It's Monday. I know some of your humans are NOT happy about this fact. We kitties are lucky: we never have to worry about beating a clock to get anywhere! I'm in the tanning salon this morning. The sun is especially warm on Morticia's fleece blanket. I just love it! It's nice and big, so we can all share it. In fact, most afternoons find ALL of us on it in various comfy positions. MomKatt spreads it out all over the duvet after she makes the our bed. And the our sheets and bolster pillows are REALLY cool, too!  'Ticia is on them!  (Well, not really, but we let her think that.) Check 'em out! Our apartment is just BURSTING with black cat art! Uh oh ... what's going on over there?  I hear some rustling in the sheets! Something's disturbing my tanning session! Ah.  It's The Brat. Disco's SO 1970s, Nutmeg! Showoff. Purrz! Selina

Hi peeps ... It's Sunday and here, it's cloudy and getting dark.  It's going to rain very soon soooooo ... we're spending a rainy Sunday doing the purr-fect thing.  Picture below. *shhhhhhhh....* Snorez ...  Selina PS - The snorin' is Morticia. *"IS NOT!"*

Meowlo all! It's Saturday and already, things are heating up around here. MomKatt received a package! For some reason, she's constantly getting boxes but we like that 'cause we get them to jump into and out of once she's removed their contents (I'm sure you all get that).  They usually come from a place called AmazonSmile.  MomKatt says if you buy something on there, and pick a favorite charity, the website donates part of your purchase to your charity!  Her charity is Bat World Sanctuary!  It might be 'nip, but I don't smell anything other than "Parfum de la boite etrange". Anyway, as Kustoms Kat and Box Protector, I must examine the package.  Morticia isn't around and this is a good way to prove that I should be Ms. Alpha.  After all, who KNOWS what's in there?  It could be ANYTHING! Ah.  Boo.  No 'nip. No cat toys.  Just these. Drat!  No packing peanuts, either!  Curses! Honestly, why can't she buy US somet

Good morning, my friends! Here is how I began my morning: Aren't my furz shiny? Just looking at them, you can see a tiny notch in my right ear.  It's my beauty mark . As you can no doubt tell, especially by the position of my gleaming ebony ears, I am quite content to fill MomKatt's lap and warm both of us while she reads. But, as I rest contented and heavily asleep ... an interloper shows up (that's her in MomKatt's lap):   And THEN ... of ALL things, MomKatt (gently, I must admit) removes me from her lap so that Morticia can get there !!!  I tried SO hard to thwart this action by playing dead; i.e. not assisting in the picking up but going firmly limp, thinking that my body weight would then be too much for her.  But ... no.  I was - gently, I admit - removed from my throne.  Morticia then slowly climbed into MY lap, with MomKatt telling her, "'Ticia, here you go, it's alright.  She won't chase you away.  Isn't it nice a

Good Fancy Feast gravy!  Has it been since JANUARY 2016 that I've made an entry in here??  Bast, I have a lazy staff! Well, it's all good.  I forgive MomKatt.  It's been pretty busy for our family during the past year.  She left her job, we moved to Greensboro, I and my sibs had to conquer a new apartment (what FUN!  We were tired of that old house, anywho).   Now I'm trying to be "Alpha Female"!  It's my new ambition.  But Morticia is putting up a fight.  MomKatt says that is HER place by seniority, since Sasha went to the Bridge last December but I take issue with this.  ML scolds me for chasing 'Ticia around the apartment and trying to horn in on Herself's morning "MomKatt Laptime".  I'm not trying to "horn in" -  honest!  I just know that I'm the bigger cat and that I provide more warmth than Morticia per fur capita, simply because of my size.   Well, I guess I COULD be nicer.  But it's so much fun to