Happy Fourth of July, Humans!
Instead of celebrating your freedom with a barrage of noisy fireworks, why not open a series of tuna cans for us, the most independent creatures ever, American Cats?
–Finnegan and Quicksilver
Some of us let it all hang out the moment we make it over the hump.
Some of us reserve our excitement for Friday or Thursday at least.
Heading out on the town this fine Friday evening?
Wherever you go, whatever you do, don’t walk.
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.
Occasionally, when you head out to Friday Night Happy Hour, you encounter your Doppelcatter at the bar.
What’s he doing here, in my favorite bar, also known as the kitchen?
Wash your face–it will help you ignore him.
Stare at him with your laser eyes–eventually he’ll melt.
Either way, don’t let him ruin your evening. You worked…er…napped hard this week. It’s time to party!
–Charlie and Finnegan
Sometimes the Humans put out an unusually nice spread for you, the Cats.
Guacamole flavored chips, who knew?
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.
Conga Line, four Cats enjoying treats or a combination of both?
–Darth Vader, Quicksilver, Lily and Charlie