Oh, Catnip, my old friend, what have we done this time? More importantly, where are those Woofies? My head is about to burst and I have a hungover crimp in my tail. I need hair of the Woofies, stat.
–Lily
Occasionally, when you head out to Friday Night Happy Hour, you encounter your Doppelcatter at the bar.
What’s he doing here, in my favorite bar, also known as the kitchen?
Wash your face–it will help you ignore him.
Stare at him with your laser eyes–eventually he’ll melt.
Either way, don’t let him ruin your evening. You worked…er…napped hard this week. It’s time to party!
–Charlie and Finnegan
All of us 8 Cats think that this blog is pretty awesome:
https://humanandthekitten.wordpress.com/
Purrs, Quicksilver et al
I’ll admit that chilling out in an empty carton that used to contain canned Woofie food may not be the wisest option, particularly if the Woofies have not inhaled their evening feast yet.
That said, don’t think that I’m a trendy, Raw Food alternative to cans.
I’m not.
Get any closer and I’ll prove it to you with my claws.
–Lily