One day, carnival carousing.
The next, dust and ashes.
Such is the Lenten kickoff dance.
Cats, being incorrigibly liturgical, are well aware of this. They simply choose to extend Mardi Gras for 364 days, and restrict Ash Wednesday to one tenth of one second.
Revelry? Wild abandon? Anything including the word “fat” in multiple languages? They’re there.
Mortality? Repentance? Awareness of one’s finiteness and propensity to sin? Not so much.*
Is it because cats are without sin?
Is it because cats are without shame?
Or is it just because cats are completely sure they’re forgiven and free…ergo, fully authorized to party perpetually?
Whatever the reason, we’ll handle the introspection stuff in our own species; meantime, let our lardy party people and their fashionably ashy neighbors lead you into Lent.
*Except Tortini, who is a five-point Calvinist.