There ain't no party like an S Club party.

S stands for Shelter... and these kittens sure know how to live it up while they wait for their forever home.

Hey Monday...

Don't fucking tell me what to do.

Kiss Me.

Settle down with me, and I'll be your safety. You can be my lady.



Yes, mom is still on the Ed Sheeran kick.

I'll stand by you.

Or rather, sleep by you.

Rock N Roll Wednesdays are a thing.

And by "rock n roll" I mean sleep.

And by "party" I mean sleep some more.

Ice ice baby.

...the harpoon is my penis.

Any chance I can get a Dr. Horrible reference in I go for it. (Nathan Fillion is my mancrush.)

'Cause maybe you're loveable.

Mom's been listening to Ed Sheeran a lot lately ( she's excited because of some concert that she got tickets to or something... and she keeps talking about how he's a "Ginger God" ; completely forgetting that there can only be one God and his name is Spyder... but I digress). His lyrics are pretty amazing though, so even though I think she's put him on a bit of a pedestal, I'd suggest you all check him out.

Feeling a little Nick Carterish today.

Yes, yes, I'm twice the size of mom's leg.

I'd blame genetics, but really it would be more correct to state that "I've been blessed by genetics"... and I've had it going on for years (oh yeahhh). So as long as you love me, let's have a party, and I'll show you the shape of my heart... 

I think I may have to have a talk with mom about the 90's music she insists on playing while she folds laundry; I'm starting to sound like a fangirl and I don't even like BSB (I was always more of an Aqua fan myself).

Mariah Gets Me.

Oh man, my mom left me and she's the one who updates this page with my musings... I know, I know right? How could anyone but this brilliant feline specimen come up with such witticisms? Don't worry, she's just the scribe. OR WAS UNTIL SHE LEFT!!1!!1

I've been working on this single blog post for about 4 weeks now; apparently opposable thumbs are all that they're cracked up to be... now if only this could be my future. NAY, my present.

Anywho, mom just came back! (I told you this has taken me a while) and she mentioned something about how she was only doing these "house sitting" and "dog sitting" gigs to make extra money to pay for MY vet bills... I just want to know how sitting on a house or a dog could be a lucrative venture as I've sat on a few roofs in my time and received diddly squat. Maybe her agent is just better.

I'm planning on ignoring her whilst silently moping in a corner and listening to Mariah Carey on my iPod (those lyrics... they speak to me!) by the fridge for the next year or so, moving only to saunter over to her bed to pee on it...

Oh wait, she has tuna.

 

Where is the love?

I sort of hate the Black Eyed Peas... but before they got carried away with the "boom-boom-powing" and "getting that party started" they actually had some decent bits of knowledge to pass on.





RIP not annoyingly repetitive BEP.

Let's just call her Mini-Me.

Late nineties radio friendly R&B music is totally where it's at.

Ooooh, no music today...

...because I've just been too busy perfecting my yoga poses & meditating.

I call this pose "resting seal". 


Ohhhhmmmmm, ohhhhhhmmmm, ohhhhhmmmm.

Freedom.

Someone's back home, and getting the attention they deserve. :)

Is red my colour?

Be honest now...





Btw, my mother loves me very much and is happy that I'm feeling better.

There is no picture today...

Because I've been at the vet's since Monday and the catheter and IV are just totally ruining the style. Also, I feel like crap. 

Oh, and if any of you guys out there feel like sending some good vibes my way that would be awesomesauce. 

Uh oh.

I know that chicks dig scars... but what about catheters??


Ps, anyone wanna spot me $850? Kthxbi. 

Lazy dayz.

I'd put my hand down my pants... but I don't wear pants. 

Why would I? I'm a cat.

Izzo-kizzay!

Jumping rope is an awesome and generally overlooked form of cardio.

Now yizzall bizzetter mizzove sizzo Izzi cizzan gizzet pizzast.

Just dance.

Sometimes when I dance I lose myself. 






It's nice to get away sometimes.

Sing it with me: "LUUUUDAAAAA".

Sometimes we get rowdy. 




Baby Duck is generally involved.

Live fast, die young...

Kids Kittens these days.

Tee-Hee.

Oh sorry... just been busy counting all the mad stacks of cash.




And boobies. :p

Snooooooooooooop.

Ahhh, where's my bottle of Chandon???


Guess I'm settling for Naked Grape; oh well.

Stars forever.

                                                     

                                                                Robyn gets it.

Drumsticks.

Oh man, summer is almost here... time to break out the Birkenstocks, and SPF30. I also would not turn down a Klondike Bar. (Not that I would do much for one, they're not that fantastic).

Cranking dat.

Uh, yes I know it's about masturbation, and no I don't know what "got me some bathin' apes" means, but it's a fun song to dance to on my Wii fit.

Nothing jump starts my Saturday morning workout like "cranking dat' does, just sayin'.

I'll take care of you.

I love her very much. 











Well now wasn't that just a whole whack of sap to start off a Tuesday... I apologize; just had to get it out of my system.

Bling bling.

Just adding a little spice to the weekend wardrobe... I find the slightly burnished gold really compliments my fur tone.

Lets go to "da club"...

On second thought, maybe we should just stay in and watch a movie; I'm trying to cut back on expenses this month... 


Thank god for my Mint App for helping curb my outrageous spending habits.

Living wild & free.

Sometimes, the only thing that makes a bad day good is a nice class of pinot noir on the patio.



I'll go on the record to let everyone know that I'd also never say no to some tuna water.

Snack time.

Actually, I'm just on my bed...

On that note, could you maybe bring me something? I'm famished.

The truth.

Sometimes, when I start wiggling, the momentum gets going and I can't stop... even when I try. 

I'll say that's a good thing.

Comparing dairy products.

Wait, like, what does this even mean?? 


Am I luring men to my house with offerings of refreshment?? What if they're lactose intolerant and I'm all out of soy milk?? Or what if they have an aversion to the idea of milk being shaken?? Or, like, what if all they want is a glass of water to quench their thirst? My house is at the end of a long drive, so I could see that happening...


What if it's winter and they want something warm?


Why do I even want these men at my place?


I just don't even....




Ooooooh, look, is that a shiny something that needs to be pounced????

Doin' the Roc-away

Everyone has a favourite dance move... this just happens to be mine.





Oh, I also love the Macarena; it's just so spicy!

Little thoughts.

Celebrate your shape, whether it be thin or thick...




I know I do.

My homegirl

She warms my kidneys when I sleep, and for that I'm grateful.






Also, she's pretty cute.

Ladies love cool Spyder

I'm just a little nostalgic for the nineties today... 

Is that normal? 

Oh gosh, I hope so.

Ooooh, Saved By the Bell is on.

A little something special for February 14th.

Because on Valentines Day, you deserve to be spoiled.

Why hello there.

 

 Pear-shaped is the new black.

A little piece of Flair.

Because sometimes, a little extravagance is a good thing.

Sup

'Nuff said.