Yay, it’s Friday!
Time to kick up your heels and/or paws.
Maybe I can’t see the last slice of pizza, but I sure can smell it!
Gimme some, Human Daddy!
C’mon, it’s FRIDAY!!!
Woohoo! It’s Friday! Time for a Boys’ Night out…
…at the Private Members-Only Cat and Woofie Club, sometimes erroneously referred to as the front porch.
–Finnegan and Cosmo
Thank Dog it’s Friday!
Time to relax and recharge and let it all hang out.
It’s Thursday, you say? Interesting…
Wake me up when it’s a fun day, like Friday.
Just not before Happy Hour, please.
A Party Girl needs her beauty sleep.
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.
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
Loosened up by the Chardonnay, is your Friday night date going on and on and on and on about her stressful work week?
Has the inattentive waiter failed to bring your tunatini?
Don’t feel bad about yawning and then conking out.
Work makes for boring conversations.
It’s not ideal, but once you’ve hit the Friday night ‘Nip a little (a lot) too hard, anywhere at all will do for a catnap.