I’m sure you had all planned ahead and were prepared for International Cat Day today. I was up most of the night making catnip salad and bribing mice to dress in period costumes to go with the Cats of the Roundtable theme I came up with at the last minute because Whiskey, Boris and Virgil were pissed about the Frozen party supplies I picked up and weren’t about to “Let It Go.”
After they popped the bounce house, we played a rousing game of stick, or as Whiskey calls it Death. Whereas Boris tries to be friends with everything from his treats to lettuce leaves, Whiskey believes in a quick, yet painful, destruction. Little Virgil thinks everything should live on the human’s bed, so I slept on a bed of sticks, mostly twigs.