A few weeks ago one of my colleagues told me about “Kittens and Cocktails.” She volunteers with an animal shelter and one night she and her partner open their house to friends for a cocktail party. The shelter brings all of the adorable kittens to the party, and with inhibitions low and cuteness high, adoptions begin to occur.
Then I thought about hosting this party with my cat Josephine. She is old and cranky and I started thinking about having a cocktail party with a bunch of 10+ year cats. I laugh, just thinking about it. Can you imagine a bunch of grumpy old cats yowling at one another while yuppies like myself stand around with a gin martini (extra cold, extra dry) trying to be pleasant?
Still laughing to myself.