the ecclesiastical turtle pond

jessicachu:

caro:

noraleah:

cajunboy:

Before yesterday’s Krewe du Vieux parade, I saw a cat enter a bar (Molly’s), plop itself up on a barstool and get served a drink. And that wasn’t even the strangest thing I saw last night.

I was *just* telling M. about how much I love the two weekends before Mardi Gras in Nola — specifically, the Krewe de Vieux parade.

And this, my friends, is why…

I approve of this message.

I didn’t read any of the above text, but I’d like to party with this cat.