A Tail of Two Parties

Last week I knew I was in trouble when I saw the peeps looking at the above flyer. Anybuddy who remembers my post about last summer's party at the condo complex will remember that it didn’t turn out too good for The Cat. Oh, sure, I got exploited when the peeps used me to get the conversation started, but did I get any sliders or food? NO.

On Saturday, the peeps slipped out shortly after 6 pm, promising once again to come home after getting their free eats. I waited … and waited … and waited some more. Once again I was lied to and someone is going to pay the price.

Cats and kittehs of the jury: I present Exhibit A.

After taking their noisy convo upstairs into the hall, the peeps finally staggered came in at 10:17; a full hour and 17 minutes after the party was supposed to end. They broke last year’s record by a whopping 27 minutes and I’m counting. TW had a bottle of water in one hand and an adult beverage in the other. They were abbreviated and oscrified!

I spit on them and gave them the back of disrespect. I came running over. I wanted to sniff every inch of TW’s body. I smelled food but I could tell it wasn’t primo food like last year. Last year’s filling pork sliders were replaced by little “finger” sandwiches on cut up croissants that left one wanting more. I was, of course, disappointed to learn “finger” sandwiches weren’t actually made of fingers but of turkey luncheon meat. The peeps mentioned they had roast beef also but again, they failed to bring me a sample.

What was even more distressing—I mean what could be more distressing than not getting any roast of beef?—TW reeked of DOG! She admitted to petting three woofies—two little poodales—and a larger dog of unknown origin.

While TW was occupied by the dogs, Pop was entertaining the ladies. He jumped from one to the other seamlessly. Who knew he was so smooth as he worked the party. We learn something new about Pop every year. Who knew? Maybe next year he'll start a conga line.

TW personally thanked our mayor and councilwoman for giving UCFCC a $1000 grant to help defray costs for spaying/neutering the cat colonies in our town. As a result of that grant, anyone in town can TNR stray cats through UCFCC for $20 each. That’s a good thing.

I’m left to believe that the peeps just wanted to get away from me; after all the food wasn’t that good. They should have just come upstairs and ordered us up a mess of Chinese food; but, no, they stayed to make small talk with neighbors they most like won’t see until the next party. What, Woman? Over my dead and cold body will you be going to Anesthetics Committee meetings! Aesthetics? Whatever.

I dunno. How hard should I bite the peeps after this serious infraction?

Thanks to those Facebook furrends who came over to MY little pawty. BTW, somecat left the light on in Pop’s room.

The Back of Disrespect for my peeps.