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Friday, January 2, 2009

Happy – Hic! – Oh, Never Mind…

I’ll admit to having been just a trifle hung over on the first of January. Not debilitatingly so, but enough that I was prone to staring straight ahead, blankly, every couple minutes or so…

William Throckmorton the Third and I had gone to a New Year’s Eve party at Kurt G.’s house the night before, where we were surrounded by friends, platters and platters of attractively arranged food, and conversations regarding the veracity of decisions made whilst under the influence, the beauty of curse words, and stupidity (Vinnie, the group’s token Brit, had a cashier ask him, upon checking his passport, where, in Australia, the “UK” was. Vinnie told her “the south”).

We celebrated the ringing-in of the new year by forming a horn-blowing conga line of silliness, running out the back door, around the house in the snow, and back into the house through the front door.

For some reason, that had seemed like a really good idea.

It was clear, however, when Willie and I woke up in our beds Thursday morning, that we were not the only ones that had had a good idea or two.

Because while the cats were both still curled into two fuzzy, nonchalant balls of sleep at the foot of the bed, the evidence of last night’s kitteh-based debauchery was everywhere.

There were long-tailed stuffed animals scattered about the floor, the backs of their necks bearing tiny little teeth marks. Balls of string had been rolled around and around the living room furniture, evidence of high-spirited frolicking.

There was catnip spilled, spread, sprinkled all over the kitchen table. A shallow bowl of heavy whipping cream sat in the middle of it.

Willie and I stared, open-mouthed.

Liza Bean Bitey (of the Minneapolis Biteys) and Dolly G. Squeakers (formerly of the Humane Society Squeakers) have a lot of ‘splaining to do.

13 comments:

darsden said...

ROTFLMAO, Pearl that was too funny. I felt like I was there with you guys discovering all the evidence..It's what you can't see that you should ???? about. LOL, title was priceless!

Diane said...

That's hysterical! Your New Year's Eve sounds fantastic... it definitely beats my sitting outside in 2 degree weather, in front of the firepit (my daughter wanted a fire and I'm stupid) with a glass of wine which was very nearly a Merlot Slushie.

justsomethoughts... said...

the UK isnt in the south?! bastards!

mbuna53 said...

I thought Australia was in the "UK"? No?

While the owner is away, the cats will play...

Kavi said...

Sounds like you had one swell party !! Running around the house in silliness...well, it gives me ideas ! But..i guess i'll keep them aside and state that this does seem to be a wonderful experience !

:)

Barbara Blundell said...

To do the job properly you should run in and out bearing a piece of coal so that you wont be cold all year,a crust of bread so you will not go hungry and some coins so you will not be hard up . If any of these disasters befall in 2009 you will know why.

Douglas said...

Since you can remember what you did, it doesn't count as a "ripsnorter", maybe not even as a "Good Time" though I never could recall exactly what happened on a "Good Time" except that, most of the time, I never found the underwear I was sure I had been wearing.

I thought the moved the UK to the other side last Spring?

Not The Rockefellers said...

Oh yeah, a kitty rager, it's got all the earmarks ( and teethmarks)

Barbara is right. You should have done your march correctly :)

Can't wait to hear how the kitties 'splain their way out of this kettle of fish, this time.

Peace - Rene

cannwin said...

On New Year's Day whilst I was working at my dreary boring job (only on that day) one of my co-workers called to yell at me about how it annoys him that everyone thinks he's an alchoholic when so-and-so's daughter was worse than him the night before... I think he might not have been completely back to himself by that point. I just chuckled and said "I don't drink cause I like remembering my holidays, but go ahead and have fun at that."

Irish Gumbo said...

While you're at it, you better check the levle marking lines on all your liquor bottles. Sneaky devils, those felines, and serious partiers!

Pearl, I am honored to have you on the bus over at IG. I have seen your comments here and there, and on other blogs I follow, just hadn't had time to follow-up. So here we are!

Thank you, and Happy New Year!

June Saville said...

I just don't know which party to pick - yours or the cats'? I reckon it could be a dead heat in the fun stakes ...
June in Oz (Sorry - UK!)

Braja said...

How did I miss this??

Er...were there any "man cat" trousers lyin' around? Cos those girls had better be behavin' themselves in THAT way....

Braja said...

Oh and btw, the UK? I think a part of it DID move to the south of Australia. I can vouch for that, since I was born in South Australia, and half the freakin' UK are there: INCLUDING my parents and most of my brothers and sisters...that waitress knows stuff...watch her...