You receive some wonderful, improbable, hoped-for good news. How do you celebrate?
“Fluffy that is not one of your best photos.”
“I know, it was a bad fur day, but Mrs. Human said it would be a good photo to show my Selkirk Rex details.”
“And did she win a prize for the photo?”
“I don’t think so. We can be glad when she doesn’t do one of those stupid photoshop photo of us with silly party hats perched between our ears. That is so embarrassing and we are the joke of the neighbourhood.
Are we going to celebrate today?”
“Do what Fluffy? Since when do we felines have celebrations, it is beneath our dignity, or did someone see that the ginger tom from next door decided to leave. That would be something worth celebrating, that tom prowls around all the time sticking his whiskers and paws into stuff that has nothing to do with him. I wish his human slave would put a few photos of him in Internet with a silly hat, and perhaps glasses. He would never be taken serious again.”
“I know what we could do Tabby, we could have a sleep or two to celebrate waking up again.”
“Now that is a good idea Fluffy. I can even hear the magical sound of the tin opener coming from Mrs. Human’s kitchen, meaning that we can enhance our celebration after the sleep with a delicious meal of tuna fish.”