It's been an eventful day! Loads of fun, but I'm going to have to do some serious catching up on my beauty sleep.
First off, the lovely Parker honored me with my second Rockin' Girl Blogger Award! Thank you so much, dear!
And then MaoMao and I went to the July Purrthday and Gotcha Day Bash at Zippy, Sadie, and Speedy's (the Kattonic Cats). It was a delightful party, though I missed Mickey, and MaoMao missed Ariel. And oh my, the delicious food! There were tables heaped with every kind of sumptuous delicacy -- from shrimp and lobster in butter to extra-stinky stinky goodness. And there were 'niptinis, and a new kind of drink made from tuna juice: tunajuicetinis, or tunatinis!
I get downright goofy when I take too much catnip, so I stopped at one 'niptini since I was the Designated Teleporter. After all, I didn't want to be too loopy to properly teleport, and catapult MaoMao and me into another galaxy or something equally awkward.
And since I am MaoMao's big sister, I felt it was my duty to keep him out of trouble. Alas, keeping MaoMao out of trouble isn't the easiest thing to do! He drank far too many 'niptinis and tunatinis, following them with huge hits of catnip. He got a fearsome case of the hiccups, and when he was playing with the other kitties, he had some bizarre hallucinations -- he kept going on and on about playing tub hockey with ham. Imagine that. What an odd little brother I have.
Well, I tried to put the quietus on his 'niptini and tunatini consumption, but young kitties will be young kitties, and he snuck more drink below my radar. And the next thing I knew, he erupted like Mount Vesuvius. I have never seen more kitty barf in all my life. Fortunately, our gracious hosts, Zippy, Sadie, and Speedy, had human staff there to help get MaoMao cleaned up and presentable again.
Poor MaoMao felt much better after he barfed, and by the time we left he was no longer hallucinating chunks of ham in bathtubs, but I think he's going to feel pretty hung over tomorrow. Check out Mao's blog for his side of things.
Copious barf aside, we had a lot of fun. (I sometimes wish I weren't the eldest sister at gatherings such as these, because part of me would love to have gotten totally NIPPED like I did at Rascal and Princess Pooter's wedding -- remember, darling Mickeybear? *giggle*)
And I'd like to introduce you to my Virtual Squillion:
Her name, Polyhymnia, comes from the Greek Muse of Sacred Poetry and Eloquence... she will help me write beautiful poetry for my dear Mickey!