Second time this week I’ve been jolted out of a work trance by Party Cat turning on the key board and playing a tune.
Tully and I were talking last night about how probably some of you think we are not roommates, and this is just a big internet goof, and probably this video does not make our living situation seem more real.
Dreaming of being the first cat to get a motorcycle license. Consumed by the thrill of racing his hog. Soon he’s touring the competitive dirtbike stunt circuit. Lady cats know his name. Young kittens hang posters of him over their beds. He’d like to think it doesn’t go to his head, but it does. And maybe he’s earned it. Vrrrm.
Eventually, with age, even Party Cat has to hang up his partying paws and put on his adding machine whiskers. Learn a job skill while you still can.