Saturday Photohunt—Monochrome

Some people think that monochrome has to be black & white or grayscale. If you truly know about color, you'll know that true black or registration black is made up of 100% of the 4 colors, CMYK—cyan, magenta, yellow and black. Enough art production lessons. If you want more, you're gonna have to pay green (mixture of cyan and yellow) papers for it.

It just so happens that TW's terrible photography tends to look better in monochrone. Since I'm a DJ, I've chosen to redo this cover by the band The Monochrome Set in shades of magenta.

The next example is grayscale.

And finally, this last example is only monochromatic because the online program I used said it is. It's actually a Pantone color so I guess technically it's only one color although if that color was processed, it'd probably be a mixture of CMYK. Still, it's a picture of me so it looks good any which way but blurry.

Whose Dish? MY Dish.

Last year at Thanksgiving the peeps had a nice sit down dinner with lots of dishes, I lept on the table and … and… what did I see? The olives and the store bought whole berry cranberry jelly were in identical dishes which I recognized instantly. They were MINE. They were cat dishes. I'd know them anywhere.

Lady cats and man cats of the jury–are those or are those NOT cat dishes???

The peeps tried to explain in that pathetic way of theirs that those dishes were my rejects that I refused to eat out of. I didn't like the shape of them and they were perfect for THEIR food. I beg your pardon?? You've crapped up MY dishes! Now I can never use them again. They were my favorites too. I was saving them for a special occasion! Didn't the paw prints on the side give you a clue they weren't YOURS? Didn't you see the CAT picture on the inside before you plopped that poison into them??

MINE! MINE! MINE!

I'm traumatized! What else have they stolen of mine? Will I find my purr pad as a cushion on one of their chairs? What about my string? Will they use it as a shoelace??

Yep, my purr pad on the human's chair.

TW claimed that I never laid on my purr pad until she put it on one of their chairs. Will the lies ever stop? Will the peeps stop at nothing when it comes to annoying this little ghetto cat??

BTW, I'd just gotten FURminated before the bottom picture was taken. See how shiny my furs are?

Wednesday Word of the Day—Flashback

Since TW has been busy and ignoring The Cat's needs, which include blogging and visiting The Cat's furrends, I thought I'd publish a rerun from January 4, 2010, which got about 5 views at the time. I hope you like it cos I have a feeling more of these may be on the horizon.

THE DISAPPEARANCE OF CK

Sunday at my house is laundry day. One thing I don't understand about laundry day is why, in 2010, The Woman sees the need to segregate the whites from the "colors" and isn't "colors" a derogatory word? (It feels good to finally get that off my chest.) Anyhow, this is a fun day for The Cat because first she gets to lay on the sheets while the peeps are trying to take them off the bed. They don't like that for some reason.

What they like even less is when I lay on Pop's clean—and very colorful—Old Navy boxers. Hey, these clothes are nice and clean and they're warm. What can be better than clean and warm for a cat looking for some place to sleep. Besides, if it's that important to you, you should put these right into the dresser.

After supper, TW finally put away the clean clothes in her closet. I rarely get to look into, let alone get into TW's closet. I jumped at the chance. Before you knew it, I was asleep and TW had gotten on the computer. Pop asked TW several times if she knew where I was and she didn't. (Cue the SINISTER MUSIC) Just where was Cathy Keisha and did anybody care?

Unbeknownst to the peeps, that dastardly HHGutt had locked Cathy Keisha in TW's closet. When I woke up, I started desperately scratching at the door to no avail. The tv was on and the peeps were otherwise occupied. I was losing hope that I'd ever be rescued. "You'll never get out. You'll die in there," taunted Guttierrez. I heard Pop asking about me again and then I heard him get up.

It was Pop to the rescue. He finally heard the scratching and rushed to open the closet door. I was free! Pop had once again saved me! He was once again my hero! Unfortunately, the peeps don't suspect a thing. They haven't a clue what my political enemy, HHGutt, did and that he was responsible for my being locked in the closet all evening. Pay back is a bitch; and, make no mistake about it, pay back will come for HHGutt. When he least expects it. He's now got a bulls eye on his back. You don't mess with this cat from the Hood.

Run Free Dear Furrends

Chica                                             Au                                             Brutus

As you know, I'm part of two online anipal communities: The Twitter Anipals and the Cat Blogosphere. This is both a blessing and a curse. The blessing being that both communities are loving and supportive. I—and others—can always count on their support and kind words when we need them. Each will go out of their way to help a friend in need or to mourn with a friend, which brings me to the curse part. Last weekend, I lost furrends in each community. Beautiful 22-year-old Chica of Cats of Wildcat Woods and handsome Au of Katz Tales of the CB went to the Rainbow Bridge; as did Twitter anipal captain of sekurity Brutus the Dane. Brutus was just featured in my post about the TV show Who Let the Dogs Out. He was also bass player for the Shibbering Cheetos virtual rock band. Our condolences to Moms Ellen, Cheryl and Heather and the rest of their families. Run free dear furrends. I know Brutus will safety escort Chica and Au cos he was that kind of gentleman.

Photohunt—Steel

As the peeps steel (verb) themselves for an uncertain future, which may not be as dire as previously predicted, enjoy a foto of Stunning Keisha in steel (noun). We'd like to thank all our friends in the CB and anipal community for the kind words. We"ll get by with a little help from our friends.

PS: Did you know my homey and maybe someday sisfur-in-law Maggie T. Kat, was named after the Steely Dan song "Peg"?