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The 2006 New Years Eve Feather and Furball.
What a smashing time we
had last night at the 2006 Feather and Furball, my head is quite fluffy this morning with all the nip and milkweiser I frivolously
knocked back. I didn’t make it out in time for ratty-watch first thing,
but at least the blighter had the morning off from his exercise regime that I put him through every day, mm.
For those who didn’t
manage to attend for whatever reason, you can see from the pictoors, my Dog House was transformed with the ting of the dandelion
wand into a magnificent ball room. I think everyone was wondering whether they might end up coming to a barn dance rather
than a ball, but I always had faith in it *cough*. Mm. Everyone looked so dapper in their ball gowns and tuxedos, yez, quite
dapper. Mean Torti I thought was especially thrifty by getting further wear out of that wedding dress of hers, though the
smell of mothballs kept catching the back of my throat so I could hardly say two words to her, I’m so sorry Mean Torti.
* grimaces sweetly*
Thank you to all who relieved
Mikey, head of security, when he needed to go for a spray, by keeping an eye
on the youngsters in the kitten pen for him. Tsubaki and Hamish didn’t
manage to over consume on the milkweiser and nip. I saw straight through that Hamish’s acting when with one sniff of
that alcohol he proclaimed that he felt ever so tiddled and tried to pull the wool over our eyes by staggering into the bars
of the pen and falling over his front legs, mm.
I do hope you all enjoyed
my home-made ratty pie delight even though I had to substitute the ratty with soya (you wouldn’t have guessed would
you? no) I just couldn’t catch the cunning little barstard in time * cough*
erm
* shakes herself at losing
control and swearing then remembers the ratty and shakes fist *
and eye’ll git him
one day eye will, mm.
* nods head *
*goes into gossip mode,
paws on hips*
and what did you think of
Easy Pussy in her backless PVC ball gown – well fancy shaking her booty like that and she didn’t stop all night,
not even for the official photpgraph! All de toms were quite a goggle, mm. And
when she tried to teach us girls well I have to admit I found that my drattid fishbone corset kept stabbing me in my ribs,
mm, but still Maggie I think had got it down to a fine tee, yes, I expect we’ll be seeing some more of her in that capacity.
* goes further into gossip
mode *
And what about Kirsch setting
eyes on Mikey, she hasn’t seen him for eons, no
*taps side of nose*
Mum’s the word, mm. And how lovely that Blitzen
the budgie decided to join us and spin the milkweiser bottle for us. There he was, flying to the guest that it pointed at
with that pretty bunch of mistletoe, he must have been exhausted at the end of that game.
I was very relieved that
no fishies turned up, I wouldn’t have fancied puckering up with one of those, no. Jessie is always sticking his little
pink tongue out, it’s more comfortable for him I know, but on this occasion I did agree with Mean Torti when she insisted
on adding the no tongues rule to the game, I’m sure if anyone had tried it on with her she would have dotted them one
with her handbag. I hope that my breath didn’t smell too much of the kippers I had for my lunch that day, mm.
Oh and then it was time
for Los Locos Gatos to play, they surely raised the roof and kicked up a right storm, mm. It was lovely to cavort along to
their ditties and have the night off from playing myself, mm, quite the shindig it was. Thank ewe so much boys for providing
us all with such splendid entertainment. I for one, particularly enjoyed your version of Cat Scratch Fever. And
then it was midnight and all those dreadful fireworks went off as we ran for cover thinking there was something terribly amiss!
But your rendition of Auld Lang Syne really brought us out as you lead us in this beautiful old favourite which quite brought
a tear to my eye, mm.
Here is a lovely photograph
of Los Locos Gatos playing for us by Choo's Mum, what a superb photographer she is indeed, mm.
And then when the night
came to a close, it was time for everyone to go home, I couldn’t face the thought of hostessing through the night, no,
it was time to put my feet up and have a nice cup of tea, mm. We took Monroe’s paws and hauled him out from under the table
where he was lying amongst a whole crateful of milkweiser bottles, I wouldn’t like to have his head this morning, no,
mine is confusing enough, mm.
Anyway, all that is left
is for me to wish you all a happy 2006, may the fish be plentiful and the nip flow in abundance.
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