Thanks for coming to my party…
but it’s time to go now!
Hey Jayda, play Wayne Newton’s greatest hits and maybe they’ll leave!
Morning After Hang On-ers
January 2, 2011 By
Thanks for coming to my party…
but it’s time to go now!
Hey Jayda, play Wayne Newton’s greatest hits and maybe they’ll leave!
Of course you don’t have to go home! You can come over here!
AWW
You sweet little kitties can come to my house in Coquitlam, British Columbia, Canada 
oooo, isn’t that where the cannibal pig farmer lived???!!
No, bagoguts, you are talking about Penticton. Penticton is located in the Okanagan Valley of the Southern Interior of British Columbia. Coquitlam is located in the Lower Mainland of British Columbia. Believe me, the entire city of Penticton, not to mention the entire Province (like a State) of British Columbia, hates being thought of being connected in any way to THAT PYSCHO.
PYRIT YOU DID *NOT* just show us a pic of adorable kittayns wif adorable silly hats on several of ‘em. Nope. I REFUSE to believe that you would inflict this torture on us.
*sits in the corner, arms crossed, POUTING*
Signed,
Denial is Fun.
Really it is.
Harrumph!!
ohmigawd Moderation Purgatory dun’ struck agin.
(sigh of tragic angst)
I love the bottom left squidgy faced one in the top picture.
The one in the pink hat? KILLS ME.
I think there should be a COXCU on that one.
*Looks under all her leftover New Year’s party hats for tiny tabbies. Finds none. Sighs.*
WANT!!!!
(And why don’t I ever get hats with kittehs?)
How do I get invited to their New Year’s party for next year? This looks 10x better than the one I went to.
Damn tabbies drank all my Veuve!
Heeheeheehee… oh my…. oh my. This is too much. Waaay too much. I wonder if these guys are available to help me undecorate my Christmas tree?
This. Is. HYSTERICAL…….!!!11!!!
The pikshures and the accompanying capshuns are some of the kyuootist I have seen in a lot of whiles…… (here’s hoping that the rest of the New Year will have at least a little bit of sweetness, for all of us, that is being shown by these Itty Bitty Kittehs…… ) ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Wow!!! *snatches bed of kittens in colorful hats and runs like heck*
*Whistles and casually sticks foot out and trips QofD as she runs past. Nimbly catches kitties in mid-air and flees the scene while QofD goes down…*
And seriously, will you please get a load of the adorable little face on the sleepy kitty with the red hat/blue stars in the first photo? Heh. Looks like she may have had a little too much catnip at the party. Cute cute cute.
Oooof!
Here, let me help you up…and I’ll even share the kitties with you…for a minute.
Albert. Snerk. I am allergic to cats, or I’d have one too.
And if you shut him in the bathroom, we can call up and ask “Do you have Prince Albert in a can?”
YES!
Did you know that they actually have Prince Albert in a Can at the Smithsonian?
*checking to see if her refrigerator is running*
Theresa, ha! Since that is where I work, I’ll have to investigate this…
(Now I’m racking my brain for other lame jokes from our prank phone call days…)
Nikki, you work @ the Smitty!? Wow! Anyway, I saw it several years ago @ the Museum of American History. There was a replica of a “typical” Depression-era tenement apartment, and beside the armchair was — “‘Prince Albert’ in a can”! Tobacco, actually. I never forgot that.
PS: “Hello, is Seymour there? Last name Butz?”
yay for adopting shelter cats! yay for new cats for the new year! Albert is an excellent is an excellent name for a cat.
That really is just so cute that my eyeballs almost exploded.
What’s a party without a little litter left around?
Oakley: hmmmmmmm. Prince Albert. Perfect! I’m in love with him already and I haven’t even met him yet!
Make sure he has a really big mustasche! And a pipe!
Until Oakley mentioned it, I hadn’t thought of Prince Albert in a can, I thought you were going with Fat Albert from the 70s…
Hey hey hey!
“Fat Albert . . . weighed TWO THOUSAND pounds . . .”
OMG!! The little hats!! **faint**
Uh-oh. I was afraid of this. Nurse Stef here. *prepares ward. Scoops Ange up from faint. Tucks Ange into bed and pulls blankets up to chin. Hands Ange two kittens and a tablespoon of hamster. Floofs pillows and refreshes the water in the bedside vase of flowers. Squeaks off down the hall adjusting freshly starched nurse hat and apron*
Ummm…what hospital do you work at? I’d like to make a reservation for my next medical emergency, please.
It’s the Hospital of Our Lady of Mercy and Stuff to Peeps.
Ahh…one of the CATholic affiliated ones. I shoulda known.
Prince Albert in a can at the Smithsonian? Wow. I was just in the D.C. area and I missed that one.
I work there. I’ll do the field research and report back…
YOU WORK AT THE SMITHSONIAN!?!? COOL!!!
Hey Nikki,
Can I go to work with you ? I’ll hide in your purse & nobody will even know I’m there ! snerk !
oh you lucky lucky girl!!
OH NOES!!!! SECOND PICTURE!!!!
Not just wee hats … but … Pink … toe … beans …
(klonk!)
*does face-plant into monitor*
*Peels Dash’s face from monitor and applies aloe vera. Tucks Dash into bed with a kitten at the feet to massage the toes with the purring.*
I REALLY wanna see the face on the orange tiger one in the green hat with pink stars! I just know he’ll be the most beautifullest!
I have to say, I wouldn’t mind waking up from a drunk stupor with these cuties in my bed!
Me too. they can leave their little party hats under my bed any ole time…
I want to go to this party!
Especially if it’s a cuddle-party.
Too kewt! I’m ded.
check the little drunken dude in the front with his hat slipping over one eye.
these pics are too cute. what sweet little babies!!
The only way you can tell how many kittehs there are is by counting the hats!
I want to go to this party.
ti…. *gasp*
nee… *gulp*
tab… *swoon*
beeeeeeees… *faint*
poor T.U.M.
‘Ee never saw it comin’ ……
(Calls victoreia to bring in the Fainting Cowsche…; applies double dose of
Smelling Salts to T.U.M.)
So, in the first picture, all kitties are wearing hats. In picture number two, there are only two hats left. Second picture must have been taken really fast!
Squee.
Crap – is this 6 or 5 Happy New Year Kitten blessings.
At least their hats fit, because of my vast brain what houses my incredible intellect,
I’ve never gotten a hat out of a Christmas cracker, that hasn’t ripped when I try to put it on. Even baseball hats with the back strap fully extended are tight. Still my crown fits real well.
I’m also afflicted with the “huge head to hold all my brains” problem. Over here we don’t have Christmas crackers though. (Although I personally have a box of 32 of them, which I bought last year at after-holiday sale, I think actually maybe from the Smithsonian catalog, and then couldn’t use this year because there were 36 or more people at the party and I didn’t want anyone to go without.. so I still have them all.. sigh…) (but I digress….)
Random thoughts: 1) D’awwwwwww. 2) Nikki works at the Smithsonian? Coolness! 3) I didn’t get hung over on New Year’s Day, but my 9- and 11-year-old nieces came home with me to stay the weekend. Much giggling ensued. I am worn out, Peeps.
Maggie the kitten was a little wary of them at first until she figured out they were fun to play with. Now SHE chases THEM around the house. Even more giggling. I’m sure Maggie would giggle if she could.
Speaking of which, have you seen the “Cats and Dogs: Revenge of Kitty Galore” movie? There’s a scene with lots of little kittens who look like Maggie!!
I can’t handle it! TOO MUCH CUTE! My head is about to ‘splode!!!!
I don’t know who I envy more, Nikki for working at the Smithsonian, or Jayda for the basket of kittens!
In the second pic, just ♥LOOK♥ at the cute kitty on the left!
Hey Buster, You said that wearing these hats would lead to a Box of Glitter, not a Litter Box. We may be a little Tabby upstairs, but we’re not Duhhhhhh
I think what does it for me is how un-partying they are. They’re all like *yawwwwnink* *sooooo tie-tie* *Hey, isn’t that party thing ovr?* *zzzz*
my kitties are famous!
Omg omg. WANT IMMEDIATELY.