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.
Got a hangover after downing too many ‘Niparitas last night?
Follow your Big Sister Lily’s lead. She knows how to sleep this off like it never even happened.
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.
Hit the ‘nip a little too hard last night? Accidentally start a brawl in the most popular Cat Bar in town, also known as the kitchen?
Nothing a 20-hour cat nap can’t cure.
Did you find yourself sleeping in your bathroom this morning with absolutely no idea how you got there?
It’s the price you pay for a wild Friday night.
Now pull yourself together and stalk the Dogs.
Their hairs are great for hangovers.