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Caturday 5.17.14

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“Katie…? I think your cat threw up over here.”

And so begins #CATPARTY. I don’t know why it took me six years to throw a real birthday party for my cats, but rest assured it’s now an annual event on the calendar.

I somehow talked 10 of my friends into coming over (a feat in itself for a studio apartment) to do little more than sit in a circle drinking and talking about cats. It was splendid. Let’s have a party…

Ralph and Weaz lorded over the event from their thrones, naturally.

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Meanwhile, Tilly spent the entire night in bed, which is pretty much how I would want to celebrate my birthday too.

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Everyone mentioned that Weaz is getting fat (thank you for that) and yet Jen spent the night feeding her treats that she brought. I’m pretty sure she is solely responsible for Weaz’s projectile vomit later in the evening. That, or Weaz just puked out of excitement and joy that simply could not be contained to one 8-pound body.

Thanks, Jen.

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Nicole, my only other fellow cat lady amongst dog people, brought them this hilarious toy that her cat doesn’t like, which we equated to handing down children’s toys to new moms, which I’m pretty sure equates me to never having real children.

Caroline brought presents that were clearly not as exciting as the bag itself.

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I made Oh She Glows vegan chocolate cake (baked as cupcakes) and her vegan queso, which is awesome if you call it what it is (which is just a delicious vegan cashew dip) rather than trying to convince  cheese eaters that it’s queso. My cheese-eating friends were not having it. I also had a real cheese tray with THE BEST CHEESES–caramelized onion cheddar, pesto gouda and good old goat cheese.

All in all, I’d call it a successful cat party.

I still kind of can’t believe I coerced my friends into joining me for this festive occasion, which is why they are my friends I suppose. They put up with my bullshit.

SPEAKING OF FRIENDS… My new rapper Twitter friend Deniro Farrar is in town and wanted to know why he didn’t get an invite to the party at my house. (I make up a lot of things for dramatic effect, but this is not one of them. He really did.) I didn’t have the heart to tell him it was because it was a birthday party for my cats because it would totally blow all the cred I’m attempting to build in the Charlotte rap scene.

So I will leave you with this video and you can just picture him surrounded by Ralph, Weaz and Tilly instead.


  1. […] I fixed my hair exactly one time. And those were all at the same time, so that I go to a birthday party for three cats, which, well, sort of makes perfect sense. In addition to that, I watched about 12 […]

  2. I had a birthday party for my cat a couple years ago which involved stuffing 20 of my friends into my tiny basement apartment and playing pin the tail on the kitty. Boo has social anxiety so naturally it was the worst day of his life. Mother of the year!

    Boo also has the cat’s meow and LOVES it, but the batteries last for approximately 2 minutes.

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