Hi, My Name is Little Kitty

What's up, kitties of the world. My name is Little Kitty. I am an adult cat of small size and questionable years.

You may remember me from such residences as the house in the woods from whence Jazpurr and Meg most recently moved.

I like long naps on the couch and am looking for a playmate who will let me chase him/her and not get POed (ahem, Meg). I'm quite a talker, so be prepared.

My latest fancy is smacking frogs around in the frog pit.

As you can see the pit, or window well if you will, is full of leaves that compliment my radical hair color. I think what I like best about the frog pit is that the frogs can't escape. Oh, they do try to hide from me, but in the end I'll find them.

Check me out in action.

Flirtfest

I thought I'd share some photos from a recent flirting session with my girlfriend Jean-Tom and her brother Cheese and Crackers.

I go out the front door just about daily to hang with them. It kind of bores me these days to be honest and I think Jean-Tom can tell. She gets testy and smacks me when I'm not paying attention to her.

I did pay attention to her but in this shot, though.

--Jazpurr

You're on Candid Camera

So Bitey McJerkface is getting big. Clearly he/she's found other fingers to feast on.

He/she's also hanging around with a new fellow I've yet to formally meet, I-Gor. He's got pink eye or something going on, but he's quite friendly, I hear.

Anyway, Bitey is quite adverse to getting anywhere near Mom since she wouldn't let him/her eat her finger, but I managed to snap these shots from the kitchen window of Bitey and I-Gor hanging out.

--Jazpurr

The taste of hummingbird in the afternoon

This is Flita. Flita has a friend called Flit II. They are young hummingbirds that frequent my porch. The other day I was napping on the couch when a banging sound aroused me. Lo and behold Flita was inside the apartment banging against the sliding glass door.

Of course I was on the scene instantly.

Mom shut the curtain around us to trap Flita against the door--all the better to catch her. Mom also opened the sliding door as wide as it would go--all the worse to catch her.

At some point Flita got tired and I was able to nab her to the ground.

She tasted quite buzzy.

Mom got mad at me, though and made me stop savoring the snack. I kept trying to reclaim Flita but Mom kept getting mad and shooing me away.

Eventually mom toweled Flita and set her free. Drat!

--Jazpurr

Culinary Artist

I was helpeeng Mom make roobarb merang pie. The merange is reallie yum. I got messy.

I sit on a stool when I help Mom with the cooking. She calls me kwalitee controll.

Also I jist discuverd zookini is yum too. Also koko nut.

--Meg

Shoe Box Wars

You are banished to this box!


That's right I'm watching you.


Scroo yoo, dis is mi box!


Im waching YOO.



I can smell yor trecherie.


Tell yer gost to keep away from mi gost.


Hey, what's this?


Back up, buddie!

UNBREAKING NEWS

Jean-Tom is not full of babies anymore and we've reconcilled. She hasn't told me about any kids...so I'm guessing she ate them/gave them up for adoption.

--Jazpurr