Caturday 11/12/11

God, is that you? It's me, Weazus.

Heeeeeey, kittens. Happy Caturday from the past… It’s Friday night (early Saturday morning?) and my roommate is singing “feelin’ like a star, you can’t stop my shine” across the hall and we’re running out the door to the bar because that vodka’s not gonna drink itself, you know, and I know I won’t get Caturday up on time in the morning because I plan on going to straight to cheer on the Thunder Road Marathoners and then straight to yoga (still drunk, I presume) and I just don’t want you all to miss out on these gems.


The cats spend most of their time laying around seductively. It’s true.

Look at these fools.

Oh. Hello.

Not so much what I want waiting for me at the end of the day but… I’ll take it. They’re good cuddlers after all.

Bring me my vodka.

I miss when Ralph looked like a lion.

That’s all I got. My roommate and I have been drinking all night and then came home to make motivational signs for the marathon tomorrow. The runners will be passing by our house bright and early so we’ll be out there with coffee and fleece blankets and a little mile one motivation…

Alright then. See you in the morning.

3 thoughts on “Caturday 11/12/11

  1. “God, is that you? It’s me, Weazus.” lol Reading this was a great start to my weekend!

    Love your sign! I bet you’ll get a lot of laughs, and possibly some dirty looks from conservative older people. Worth it.

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