It was a wild and furry night last night! Senor_Taco_Day of Instagram suggested I hold a luau for my feline fellows and a luau I held. I made sure everyone was lei-ed, turned up the Cat Stevens, Cat-hrine McPhee, Pussycat Dolls and any feline-infused singer or group up high on the stereo, whipped up some catnip shooters, and made sure my guest were well-fed with an assortment of poi and salmon-flavored foods and treats.
The party took a turn for the worst when the hoomans decided to call the purr-lice because of a noise violations at 2:30 in the morning. They thought there was too much caterwauling, meowing and feline debauchery occurring at such a late hour. Late in hooman eyes, purr-fection in kitty time.
The purr-lice came, but the man was easy bribed with catnip shooters and snacks. The last we saw of him he was purring like a kitten and dancing in my catbed to "Buttons" by the Pussycat Dolls.
The kitties and I held a Let's Get Lei-ed! and Hula Hoop Contest too! The competition was fierce and a few cat fights broke out. The cattitude really kicks up after a few drinks, you know. Thankfully, everyone was spayed and neutered, so no hanky-panky occurred. Otherwise, it would have been like Sodom and Gomorrah Kitty-Style.
We rocked the house until the sun came up and we stumbled and swayed as we walked back to our house jails and back to the hoomans. When the hoomans sleep, the cats play. The hoomans will be none the wiser. We will look like the sweet, ridiculously adorable and sleepy creatures we are.
We may be a little sleepier and more rambunctious today than ususal, but they'll never know. The hoomans will chalk it up to the weather or us just being "cats". Only we know our secrets and we aren't telling anybody!!
The next paw-ty will be coming up very soon. It will be a clam bake and cruise. Who knows what mayhem we will purr-sue during the next shindig, but I purr-romise it will be the cat's meow.
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