Surprise Visitor!

What am I staring at? Woman, open the window! Quick!

Can you see him now that the window is open? 

Kittehs! Guess what was outside my window? This was even better than Bird-tv. I dunno how he made it to the 4th floor, but I got a visit from a pretty monarch butterfly! There are no nice gardens around our building, which makes it even weirder. I've never seen a butterfly before. The peeps said when they owned their house, they had TONS of butterflies! Of course, since TW was the photographer, it's hard to actually make out the butterfly. The window screen also got in the way. I was staring him down pretty good until he'd had enough of the flashy box and left. I think we made another date; at least I hope we did. He sure was pretty. Does anyone know why they're called BUTTERflies. They do fly but this guy didn't look like he was made of butter.

Wednesday Word of the Day—Klepto

I gained a new-found respect for TW. She's been trying to get rid of some stuff lately that's actually not mine—which on its own is something to marvel at. Yesterday, she pulled out a pair of sunglasses and, lo and behold, the store security thingy was still attached. I don't know how she managed to get out of Macys, but she did! Maybe she's not that bad after all.

She claims that she paid for them. Come on, Woman. The statute of limitations must be over. They can't touch you! They were $27 sunglasses which she claims she paid a lot less for. I bet you did, Woman! HAH! Sale, my tail. You got them for FREE! Listen, I wouldn't pay $27 for them either. She said that isn't the first time Macys left the security thingy on something she bought. Heh heh! I know I'm from Jersey City but I can add 2 + 2 and it equals The Woman is a Klepto! This also explains why she didn't apply for that elf job last Christmas. They no doubt told her they'd let her go this time but if they ever saw her in the store again, she'd be apprehended. And I thought she was just lazy. Unfortunately, the evidence was disposed of before I could photograph it. You can bet I'm not gonna let her forget this!!

Sleeping next to some of my booty.

This little ghetto kitteh has pilfered her share of stuff. Anything that falls on the floor becomes mine. I have coated rubber bands, bread ties; you name it, I've got it! Check out the picture above and you can take inventory with me. Smousey—mine. Smousey laser—mine. Pen—mine. Mini highlighter—all mine. If my face was in focus, I probably have one eye open to make sure that Klepto Woman doesn't take it. In fact, I've even got stuff the peeps don't KNOW I have but that's between you and me.

Check it out! I even liberated Pop's chair right out from under him! If you look closely, you'll see some of my other "found" treasures on top of the scratcher. That's where I like to hide them. I can climb up there but the peeps can't.

I ax you not to judge TW too harshly. I already have!

Monday Monologue

I want to give a shout out and big THANK YOU to the stunning Katie and her girl for the pawsome Twitter background and avi they designed for me. You guys are the bestest ever! I am not worthy … well, OK, so I am. Who said I'd never get to 1st base? I think I'm going to steal 2nd. *eyes darting between pitcher, 2nd base and catcher*

Is this the coolest or what!!!

My Hudson Reporter article has over 3000 hits, which is the most I think I've ever seen. I had more than Tim Tebow and Snooki before they took me off the sidebar. Old news…I don't think so! Thanks to everyone who visited and read the article. This kitteh RULES!!

I'd also like to thank anyone who nominated me for any of the Blogpaws' Nose-to-Nose Awards. I'm not down with all this awards stuff but I depreciate the support. Best of luck to all the nominees.

Thank you for sitting through the PSAs. Here are some dog jokes for the cats in my audience. Who doesn't like a good dog joke? HAH!

Did you hear about the cowboy who got himself a dachshund?
Everyone kept telling him to get a long, little doggie.

Did you hear about the dyslexic atheist? 
He doesn't believe in dogs.

What do you call a dog with no legs? 
It doesn't matter what you call him; he ain't gonna come.

Which side of a dog has the most hair? 
The outside.

What is a little dog's favorite drink? 
Pupsi-cola.

Thank you very much. I'll be in Vegas at the Palace until the end of the week. Tips are depreciated.

Cinco de Meowo Fiesta Time

Todays Senile Saturday has been postponed due to Cinco de Meowo. It'll have to wait another week or two. Today, from 3-7 on Twitter is the annual #Chilipawty in honor of Kittehboi's sisfur's birthday. Her name is Chilipepper. I hope you'll join in the festivities. They'll be lots of prizes and good music.

Here are some cool Mexican jokes. I hope no one gets offended. After all, our own HHGutt is Mexican.

How do you find out the population of Mexico?
Drop a peso on the ground.

How do you stop a Mexican from robbing your house?
Put up a help-wanted sign.

Two Mexican are in a car. Who is driving?
A cop.

What do you get when you cross a Mexican and an Iranian?
Oil of Ole.

What do you call a Mexican with a rubber toe?
Roberto.

Thank you. I'll be in Vegas at the Palace all next week. HAH!

Wednesday Word of the Day—Sunpuddles

The Woman says sunpuddles is actually 2 words; but I say whoop-de-damn-do. I think its one word—in fact, I decree it to be one word and thus it is!

You kittehs with daily sunpuddles might not believe this but I don't have that luxury. No, there are no sunpuddles in the bleak, dank inner city where I live. Sunpuddles don't make it up to our 4th floor apartment on the cliff except in the wee hours of the morn, before the peeps are up and the blinds are drawn. Kitties, the sunpuddles only grace our NE exposure between the unCodly hours of about 6-8 am. The rest of the day, I face a life of artificial light.

After an early breakfast, I hurry onto the window ledge in TW's room and fight my way through the closed blind to bask in some of the those early rays. It's kind of cool because TW isn't up yet to get her dumb flashy box; and even if she did, she can't get a good picture cause I'm totally shielded.

I'm looking for a sunpuddle.

I hear you axing why I don't demand that she open the blind for me. Sadly, even if she did, the sunpuddles would appear on the walls and not the floor so the window ledge would still be the only sunny spot I could lay on.

Sure, the Cats Before Me had great big sunpuddles. Neither Chizzy, Autumn or Nicky came from the hood. They were all rescued from middle-class cities, with trees and flowers and chirping birds. I digress once again. Apparently, the sun doesn't shine on ghetto cats.

Technically Nicky is outside, but he did have sunpuddles inside too. I would've gotten along great with Chizzy..

Those cats also lived in the big house that the peeps used to own. The house with the garden. It was also the house with the lousy tenants, cracked walls and ant problem every Spring; the house that was in disrepair and falling apart. Still I think I would've liked to explore the garden and bask in the sunpuddles. I know I definitely would've loved to meet Chizzy cos he was a fighter, not a lover.

Pee Ess: How many Kragonflies can you spot in my header? I love my Neko Kragonfly.