Happy Xmas Kitty!

Ah, I think I love the holidays... Trees are AWESOME...



Although Santa is EVIL, I do enjoy the photo ops. Mom bribes me well.



I even get to lay on the futon couch with nary a blanket in sight, because it's red and for some reason that screams Christmas. I thought it screamed 'hides the blood of my dead mousies', but whatever.



Granma's place was pretty nifty, so much stuff to sniff, but there was this weird fat cat staring at me. Didn't like that much.



Otherwise, highly successful kitteh holiday all around!

Baboo and the Evil Santa

Oh yeah. That fru-fru canine Baboo was forced to sit on Santa's lap as well.

He wasn't quite bright enough to protest. Though I suppose those eyes do scream out 'Help me, dear god..."

Evil has a name - it's SANTA

What the...?! Mom, you said we were going to the SPA! Get me OUTTA HERE!



MOM *gasp - flail paws* he's CHOKING me...



Ew - exactly what is that smell? Stale cookies?

The Kitteh Tree

I have my OWN TREE! Mom put it in the computer room for me!



Mom is constantly telling me NO NO which I think means wait until dinner. But the branches are so tasty...



I just don't know where to start!

December Busy-ness

It's been pointed out to me that I have been lax in my postings this month. My apologies. This kitten has been busy.



There was much paper to tame.



Some painting to do. I prefer 'free paw' style.



And of course, after artsy cleanup to be done. By mom, I just knock stuff over.



Afterwards, there was much nappage to be had. One can't stress enough the importance of a good nap.

More pics at Thanksgiving

I loved Granma's couch. Leather is the most awesomest couch material...



Although laying on mom's leg while ON the leather couch is pretty good too.

It's kibble killing time!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Storage Nirvana

Today I discovered the joy of THE STORAGE BOX.



Mom thoughtfully left one unattended and empty and JOY! I FIT! Though the left side felt too snug - needs more blankie.



What's that? You need to put your junk back in here? I don't think so...



Did you say canned food? Be right there... It's all yours.

Sunday Lounge

Oh the last bits of sun, coming through the window... ah....



Hey, that's a close up, right? No belly shots, please. A girl's got to have some modesty.

Oh the INDIGNITY!

Mom bought me something at the store today. Absolutely HATE it.



How could she do this to me?!?



I work and I slave to be the epitome of cuteness... and what does she do?!?



This humiliation shall not go unpunished.

Katie and Me

Katie, Janis, and Chris came to visit me on sunday! They provided much toy playing and Katie, good human that she is, gave me a proper greeting at MY level.

Halloween Pumpkin

Mom said she was setting up a photo shoot today. Sweet. Hey - you're going to do what with this?




No freakin' way. I am NOT putting up with this --




I am so going to rip that jewelry off your cold, dead hands grandma...



This is utterly humiliating. I want a lawyer. Quit laughing. You might have to wear a velco tummy extension one day to make your outfits fit too.



WHOA - That's not another outfit for ME is it?

Oh to be outside...

I long to snuffle what is outside this window, up close... sink my fangs into the bugs... catch the birdies... scare the kids...



SIGH

Comparisons

Back when I was a wee little kitten, I'd not even been here a month, mom took pictures of me laying on top of her CPU. Wasn't I a cute, fluffy little thing?



Now... I'm pretty sure she must have switched the CPU on me or something. Maybe they shrink when they get older. Sure, I'm more 'mature', but I can't possibly be THAT much bigger. My fur still fits...



I think she plays some pretty cruel jokes on me. Certainly this CPU is obsolete and it's time to get a larger and more comfy one.

Twinkie the Helper

I have become a most excellent helper. Not only can I paint, but I assist mom when she's working at the computer.



You'll note the chair leg wheelie thingy near my head. She had to work to sit there, not roll over me, and get that shot. It's good for her.

I find many good pieces of so called 'junk' and shove them on the floor to lay on. Mom huffs and grumbles, but if I lay on it long enough, she seems to thing I'm attached to it.



Stupid humans. I am just training her. These CD cases are hard as rocks. Although the shoes aren't bad.

Art Time with Twinkie, master painter

Hey everyone. I bet you didn't know that besides being the sister of a supermodel, I am also a budding artist. Like my paints?



While mom tries to paint, she admittedly doesn't know what she's doing. I am the true master in the house (in all things.)



The sooner she learns this, the better.

Laying on it counts as a kill, right?

Oh wait, I can fit...

I know I can fit in this thing - hold on a sec -



Uh, no that's not right, let me try this way



Hmm - I know I fit earlier



Maybe if I swing around again



STUPID BOX! This just isn't working!



I am NOT too big for it! I am not I am not I AM NOT!



Uh, can I get some help here? I think I sprained something...