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.
Humans, if it’s not good for me, how can it be good for you?
C’mon… Give a Dog a slice.
Thank Dog It’s Friday! Welcome home, Human Mommy! We see you carrying a box full of beer, wine, and chips.
Where are our bully sticks, our pig ears, and our marrow bones?
–Cosmo and Stella
Ladies, don’t let the Boy Cats rush you when you are getting ready for a Friday night out on the town. It takes time to look this good. There’s nothing wrong with being high maintenance.
Ladies, even when you let it all hang out on a Friday Night, don’t allow your tail to flop around willy nilly. Positioning one’s stripy tail gracefully is the key to a great photo.
It’s been a long, hard week at work. Feel free to mail it in this Friday or even zonk out on top of the mail.
Just be sure to roust yourself in time for Happy Hour.
1/2 price tunatinis and ‘niparitas are not to be missed.
Happy Friday, Humans. Tomorrow you can lounge around, just like we Cats do every day of the week.
Just be sure to awaken and tend to us Cats when it is Food o’clock or Play o’clock or I’m-Bored o’clock.
It might be a good idea to tend to the Woofies, too. The noise pollution of untended Woofies disturbs our feline REM sleep.
Also, don’t even think about lounging in our spots. They are our spots. Find your own.