Return from Gran'mas

Well, my human FINALLY came home from New Orleans. Granma's spa location is suitable, but she keeps me up too late. I've had to nap all day to recover.

Oh, I occassionally get up and knock some kibble around. I mean, let's be serious. If mom didn't have something to do, she'd get bored, right? And bored humans are bad humans, we all know that.

HOWEVER, I am extremely displeased with her unwillingness to give me canned food multiple times a day, like granma did. I cry and cry and cry and she just giggles and makes fun of my voice. HRMPH. I cannot help it I have a petite, demure, outstandingly feminine voice. It is not polite to make fun of it.

So PPPPPHHHHHHHTTTTTT. Take that. And bring me some kibble. I'm hungry.

For those who think I only lounge...

It's not true. I DO occasionally do other things.

Uh... like... let's see... er...

Well... SLEEP. I sleep very well, thank you very much. And ignoring annoying people with cameras while maintaining perfect poise and pristine fur alignment. Hmph.

Working too hard

I've been working waaay too hard as mom's painting model. It's not easy posing and looking plush, adorable, and like a true kitteh of destruction, able to take on Apocalypse Mousie with one paw tied behind her back.

So today is a day of kitteh rest. Besides, mom was trying to spot clean my mink fur, so I need to re-fur it as quickly as possible. It was JUST starting to turn a lovely shade of grey... sigh.

My mom is a SUPERMODEL!

My real mom, not my human. My human mom forgets to brush her fur half the time (sigh.) But my REAL mom - she's BOOTIFUL!

If only I looked so elegant...

Bathroom Chaos!

What? I think Apocalypse Mousie must have been here. I certainly didn't do all this.

The Art of Fur

I enjoy gracing the house with my fur. There's an art to it. One can drop it everywhere, but I prefer to artistically place my stands where they look best. On the nice stuff.

Color contrasts are preferred, though texture difference can make quite a statement.

Note the subtle color difference, the grey strands against the red. And the texture difference, the cat fur against the mink.

I think I've done quite an exceptional job here and am ready to move on.

Assisting mom once again

What's my butt sitting on... Oh hey, painting supplies. Can I help?

You know if you REALLY loved me, you'd let me paint with gravy.

Oh sweet! Unprotected keys!

Now let's see, how do I use these...

Ok! Ok! I'm off the table. Sheesh. Saaaaayyyy

You're drawing my back? Pfft. And Apocalypse Mousie is WAY too small. And he needs to belch flames.