The Last Fancy Feast

“And lo, my apawstles, I say unto you: Before this meal is done, there is one among you who will betray me, by skipping out without paying when he learns that we’re putting this dinner on separate checks — I SAID ONE AMONG YOU!

I guess this is why da Vinci never painted cats, Sharon H.

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15 thoughts on “The Last Fancy Feast

  1. debg September 3, 2018 / 11:02 am

    Hilarious! I wonder what spooked them.

  2. Ricky's Mom September 3, 2018 / 11:44 am

    If I were a sederist into meating out punnishment, I’d call this the Last Suppurr.

    • Catwhisperer September 3, 2018 / 4:33 pm

      Wow. Slow clap for you, Ricky’s Mom!

    • allein ? September 3, 2018 / 5:12 pm

      Which makes you wonder why Mike didn’t go with that, since we all know he’s not above pun-ishing us.

      • Ricky's Mom September 3, 2018 / 6:43 pm

        Tenk you, tenk you, I’ll be here all veek. Dunt forgat to tip your vaitress.

  3. Yadre September 3, 2018 / 11:48 am

    That apawstle was Meowdas.

    Sorry. I know that is really bad.?

    • Ricky's Mom September 3, 2018 / 6:42 pm

      You mean he had the Meowdas touch?

  4. Ffleur2 September 3, 2018 / 12:49 pm

    Must have been serving dessert in the next room.

    • Faye September 3, 2018 / 2:08 pm

      Looked like a raid at the Meoweasy.

  5. allein ? September 3, 2018 / 1:52 pm

    • Wuyizidi September 3, 2018 / 10:37 pm

      Okay that’s a very naked (and muscular) looking ermine. Thought they should be more furry. They’re basically stoats right?

  6. Faye September 3, 2018 / 2:10 pm

    The last three were obviously waiting for them to bring out the brisket.

  7. MurrayC September 3, 2018 / 6:02 pm

    I wonder why one cat had two bowls. Hmmmmm

  8. Claraluz September 4, 2018 / 6:20 am

    I like the puzzled look of the last few remaining diners: “What, the party’s over already?”

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