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The Late Afternoon of Living Semi-Dangerously

I was minding my own business, relaxing in the late afternoon sun while keeping an eye on the hens and rooster (one my favorite pastimes). Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, the lady came near me with the camera. As is my wont in this type of situation, I prepared to high-tail it outta there. Then I noticed she seemed to be interested in photographing something other than me. Now, it is well-documented that I do not like being photographed, but what I like even less is attention being directed anyplace other than on me. So, I did what I had to do--I made a very risky move in a bid for the attention to which I am so very much entitled.

Spooky Saturday

Stupid Pooparazzi

The lady wants to take a picture of me in my wicker chair on the balcony, but every time she tries, I jump down and come over to her because I'm sure she will give me something good to eat (even if it is not dinner time).

About a week ago, I was curled up on the chair when the lady peeked out the door and then quickly disappeared. Shortly thereafter, I heard that whirring sound the camera makes when she switches it on. I knew what she was up to! She was turning the camera on while she was inside the house, thinking she could sneak up on me! A few seconds later, when she pointed the camera out the door (very stealthily, I might add), this is what she saw:

(Photo of chair was not taken on actual day events occurred)

Buh-bye.

And I'm not coming back.

Wordless Wednesday

Rainy Days and Mondays

I enjoy a little rain. Especially after all the heat we had last week. I like to get my furs a bit wet and then take a thorough bath. If I want to get out of the rain, I have an Igloo on the balcony, and in the garage (which is cozy because it is dry-walled and insulated), I have a pile of comforters and also a bed by the window (I'll show you those in an upcoming post).

Hey, lady. Come outside and check out the rain.

That's not dandruff. That's the flash reflecting off raindrops.

The chair I sit in to warm my furs on a sunny day, and the Igloo for coziness purposes.

 Due to weather conditions, there has been a delay in my trip aboard the royal yacht. Also, I was informed of a problem with some dogs who tried to board the vessel dressed as cats. They are being detained and questioned.

Long Live Me!

As you may have heard by now, the wise and benevolent King Spitty has made me King of California (Central). This was due in no small part to the fact that I unofficially held the titles, "King of Everything" and "King Mr. Black" for a quite a few years. You can read about my coronation and the oath I took over at King Spitty's blog, but I wanted to take a few moments to share some details of the celebrations.

The coronation exceeded in pageantry and magnificence anything that the kingdom of California (Central) has witnessed in the past. Immense crowds watched the royal procession, and cheered with enthusiasm as the new King (that's me) walked amongst them. At the moment of the coronation the trumpets sounded, salutes were fired and the vast assemblage of felines outside the building cheered and shouted, "Long live the king!"

The reception for the king (that's me) included a naval review, a performance at the opera, minor celebrations and pageants, among which was the "Festival of Felis Gigantus" at the Catnip Pavilion. MILLIONS WERE IN ATTENDANCE.

One of the features of the day was the singing of Tabby, Manx, Persian and Calico airs by a chorus of 150 voices under the direction of Prof. W. McKatzie. As at the ancient ceremonies of coronation of the French cat kings, after the ritual of the sprinkling of the catnip, some white doves were let loose, causing much excitement amongst the crowd.

My immediate plans will include a cruise on one of the royal yachts to recuperate from the fatigue of the ceremonies.

Below are my coat of arms, my official royal portrait, and a photo of me surveying a small part of my vast landholdings. My eternal gratitude to King Spitty for commissioning these works from his court painter and scribe.

I am also known as the "Shy King."

A contemplative moment.