GASP! Surely the peeps wouldn't leave me alone and go to this event. Or would they? After all, they told me it was too hot to buy my Fancy Feast but was it too hot to go outside and party?
Pop hates parties—he's definitely NOT a party animal—but TW somehow convinced him that they could eat dinner for free so he relented. The plan was that they'd show up about 5:30, look at the eats and decide if they should partake. I think the only words Pop heard was FREE FOOD and he was drooling. Apparently the heat wasn't bothering them now. They assured me they'd be back soon.
The Cat waited …
And waited …
And waited even longer …
|By this time, The Cat was not pleased!|
DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME THE PEEPS CAME IN??? DO YOU??? Ten minutes to ten!!! They were talking and laughing … and eating FREE FOOD … for almost 5 hours. It felt like DAYS to this little kitteh! To make it all the more galling, they told me I WAS THE HIT OF THE PAWTY! THEY were dropping MY name to impress people.
They ate too much—they said the food was delish. Apparently 7 pulled pork sliders were consumed by my peeps plus chicken-ka-bobs, fruit, crackers and cupcakes! They drank too much—fruit punch and frozen piña coladas. TW says Pop turned into Mr. Personality right before her eyes.
They had some inneresting discussions about animals and rumour has it, they even showed Real Housecat videos.
To be continued.