Feral Friday: Breaking Condo News

Hola kitties! Hope your week went better than mine our's. As you can see from the image below, I'm looking for the next disaster to strike. When you read the post you'll unnerstand why I'm looking over my shoulder. Good news is my sniffles seem to be gone. We didn't post last week cos a lot happened. On Saturday last Pop almost crushes me by passing out while I'm sitting next to him; the next, TW almost crushes me by sitting on me.

There was too much excitement when Pop went down. Suddenly the condo was filled with strangers: cops, EMTs, gurneys and everything else. I watched from the hallway while they worked on Pop and barked orders to TW. I thought I was the only one allowed to do that. Pop was finally responsive when they wheeled him out. TW followed and I was alone all day, wondering what I'd just seen. Hours later, TW came home by herself … with Chinese food but I didn't even come in to get any. It was those lousy boneless ribs anyway.

I think she was partying cos Pop wasn't home. 

TW: I hadn't eaten all day. I was starving. No party.

CK: Whatever. 

I wanted to know: Where's Pop? Is he alive? What have you done with him? 

Long story still long but could be longer. I wouldn't eat nothing until he came home Tuesday. Something about low blood pressure and electrolytes, whatever they are. TW was a pain in the you-know-what. Every half hour she was bringing food or broth to me. Take it away, Woman! Bring me Pop!

If TW Fits, She sits

CK: The Woman sat on me! She sat on me with her 10 tons! Then she screamed and almost broke my eardrums to add insult to injury.

TW: I don't think I sat all the way down. What were you doing on my chair? BTW, I only weigh 128 lb.

CK: *I* own everything here so it's *my* chair and I can sit in it without feeling your 20-ton butt.

TW: I only weigh 128 lb! I got weighed two weeks ago. Plus, if I fits; I sits.

CK: 40-ton butt! I think you see where this is going and you better quit while you're still able to fit in the doorway!

Friendly Fill-ins

Let's answer some of Friendly Fill-Ins, a weekly feature held at this time, which is already in progress. Our hosts—15andmeowing and Four Legged Furballs—need no innerductions as they are giants in the cat blogging world. They think up the fill-ins and I fill in the correct answers. My answers are boldface. This week my image relates to number one.

1. How humans can just throw cats out into the street is something that boggles my mind. We are family members—NOT PROPERTY.  Humans will recycle everything and donate clothes and furniture but we cats just get dumped. Would they dump their sticky little humans? One of the cats in this image looks a lot like, well, ME.

2. I hope to put on some weight this summer. Of course I'd have to eat but it's too hot.

3. I could really use some recommendations for new art sites. One's that aren't AI. Is Lunapic the only one? Of course TW hasn't had time to play with art I haven't had time to do any painting these past two weeks.

4. Sending Pop to Urgent Care wasn't my best idea. That's in the past now. I really didn't mean to bite him all the way to the bone but that was so last year.

Caturday Art

Caturday Art is hosted by the lovely Athena Cat Goddess Wise Kitty and her mum to showcase how talented us anipal artists are. We can use the many different digital apps, Photoshop, AI art or share original art. Actually all the art programs/apps use AI but a lot of older ones employ picture to picture, rather than text to pictures.

The shadings on my face are so delicate. OK, this is an AI piece that I painted over so it looks like a painting. I admit it. It just jumped out at me when I was going through my unused art folder.

Prompt: stunning gray cat with white chest, wet on wet watercolor on newsprint, sloppy, speedy, splatters. This actually looks more like art than the art piece. We 'shopped the nose a bit so it looks more like my markings. Even the "devil horns" are intact.

That's it from me. Now it's your turn to comment.