Contradictory naming aside, the notion of "vacation" is a hideously frightening thing for felines. Everyone packs up and leaves for an indeterminate period of time and we are left to fend for ourselves with the help of some stranger. Tomorrow I shall regale you with a horrifying tale of what happened to us while the nearly-furless uprights were away. Today, however, I merely wish to embarrass them by showing pictures from their little trip and mocking their goof-ocity (Yeah, it's a word. I use it all the time.)
Apparently, they travel to a faraway city called Catlanta to attend a "convention" for nerds. This geekfest is known as DragonCon. This fanciful title calls forth imagery of perilous battles against fire-breathing reptiles, but in fact there is not a single dragon to found in their photos. Instead, there are people dressed like doofs and not a single cat in sight. The reason for the lack of felines is this: we have no problem with science fiction or comic books, but we are violently allergic to fanboys. Below are some photos of Big Pinkie and The Lady's big weekend out. Mock away. I know I did.
Neyland D. Catt
|Big Pinkie and The Lady on the left. What a pair of punks.|
|Big Pinkie and a comic book author. Even comic book authors look cool next to Pinkie.|
|Where the heck is the Cheshire Cat??|