“Are you napping through the New Year again?” “Have you a better suggestion?” “Par-tay!” “Surely you jest.”“We’ve been invited to a New Year’s celebration. All the cool cats will be there.” “The gentrified cats, you mean?” “These are hep cats, the kind you should get along with.” “Get along is for doggies.”“We’re supposed to bring noise makers. I got this kazoo out for you.” “A kazoo? What are you bringing?”“Ever hear of rock-n-roll? Hee, hee!”“Move on over and let Jimi Cat ring in the New Year with some rockin’ hallelujah cheer!”“I think I’ll stay home and reread ‘A Cat’s Christmas in Wails’. I love the part where the cats attack that little punk with the snowballs. After that, I’ll get out some old Sing Along with Mitch records. Maybe I’ll ask Archy and Mehitabel over.”“You going to the cat’s New Year’s party? “I’m way too pooped. I’ve been blogging all day.” “Sounds like you’ve got a case of the Blogger’s Blues.”“OK. I’ll go to the party on one condition.” “What’s that?” “I don’t have to wear one of those silly hats. And I don’t have to go outside in the cold at midnight and blow that silly kazoo. And I don’t have to have fun.” “Yes to all that. And no silly New Year’s Kiss for you, either.” “OK, OK, maybe the kazoo. The kazoo for a kiss.” “Happy New Year!”
The Coming of the Toads 