WE are ready! Scout is preparing her chair. I've got my "box" seat just like I want it. Simone says, "Can't we just have a tea party?"
It's a tragedy that our SAINTS didn't make it...but we will have a fun day no matter what! Chili for lunch, yum. Oh, wait, I'm not allowed to eat beef because I don't clean my litterbox. Well, I can beg anyway.
I just wanted to post that great picture once more (and it's also good for celebrating MARDI GRAS):
P.S. Everybody, we are just fine. Nobody died or got sick or anything. We are just having major staffing problems. I told Scout we should hire a temp, but she couldn't get off her chair long enough to look for applicants. We had a good Christmas with lots of presents and treats, rang in the New Year with costumes, Jimmy Joe's mama, Auntie Anne, came to see me because she missed me so, and Scout turned 14 on January 17. The biggest news of all is that now I have to be an indoor kitty for the REST OF MY LIFE. It is a travesty. I'm innocent. I didn't do what they said I did. But, I'll blog about that later. Now I want to get back on the blogosphere and catch up with all my long-lost friends.