Christmas at Brooklyn Cat Cafe - a thread.
‘Twas the day before Christmas, when all through the cafe, not a creature was behaving - not even Doogie BK!
‘Twas the day before Christmas, when all through the cafe, not a creature was behaving - not even Doogie BK!
The cat grass was placed by the tabby with care, in hopes that good digestion soon would be there.
One kitten was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of feather toys danced in his head.
While visions of feather toys danced in his head.
And Bella in his tie (but sadly no cap), Was considering taking yet another nap.
When out in the snow there arose such a clatter,
S’more clung to her bed, “What was the matter?”
S’more clung to her bed, “What was the matter?”
When what to the cats’ wondering eyes did appear,
A very scared and oddly looking reindeer!
A very scared and oddly looking reindeer!
With a small fluffy monster so grumpy and quick - there was absolutely no way that she could be St. Nick!
And then, with some barking, heard up on the roof. And prancing and pawing and one little “woof”. She was dressed all in fur and a red velvet hat, and a polka dot bow tie - can you imagine that?
Timmy was chubby and plump, a right jolly elf, and we’re reposting this pic in spite of ourself!
Archer spoke not a word, she just sat in a lap. Not a stocking was filled - she had opted to nap.
Phillipa sprang to the flake, to the snow gave a kiss, and away it all flew like a mouse from a hiss.
But we heard the kids exclaim, when they cuddled Dusty: “Happy Holidays to all! May you all be adoptees!”
