Today marks the eve of Lent, that serious season when folks make a spiritual practice of fasting from such things as injustice and selfishness and chocolate and Facebook.
But before all that introspective stuff, folks get fat, Tuesday-style.
So, of course, do cats.
Tabby’s Place cats run a tight ship, so in the name of efficiency, they’ve set up a tidy division of labor this Mardi Gras. Those best suited to do so will take care of the mardi party. And those immensely suited otherwise will take care of the…well, gras.
So before you put away the Mounds bars and Mariachi music for the next 40 days, get just a little gras today. The cats implore you.
Photo credits from de top: Thumbnail of Katrina, AT; AT; uber-vol Jess; uber-vol Mark; uber-vol Heather; the eminently awesome John M; Mark; AT; John M.
All the cats believe “Let the good times roll!” And Tinkerbell – what on earth!
Tinkerbell – that drunk giving you the eyes from across the bar.