Wake-up Call

Half past noon you say, Humans?

Why on earth are you disturbing me at such an early hour?

Please go away.

I need to sleep off multiple Meowgaritas.




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.


Hair of the Dog

Did you think you could participate in the Meowies’ Friday Night Catnip-fueled celebration because you are much bigger than the Meowies and therefore should have a much higher capacity for the ‘nip?

That was a mistake.

There are not enough hairs on your whole body to make up for last night’s miscalculation.