Well, folks, here's what's been happening --- my cat chorale has been expanding! I've been putting them through a rigorous training camp. However, they can be about as mischievous as, let's say, Alvin and the Chipmunks.
Here are some samples of what a cat choir camp is like:
If anyone says "You stink!" after Mass, here's why.
This cat is studying organ repair, and is practicing the art of contortionism. You have to be a professional contortionist to get into some of those cases.
The all-new meaning to "It ain't over till the fat lady sings!"
The "sing on your back" exercise to help hit certain notes.
Stretching and singing, warming up for a certain religious misedumacation congress performance.
Trying to stay dry from the rain during outdoor activity. (OR: Finding a place to hide while cutting liturgical dance class)
This guy wasn't so lucky.
No, that is not Lucy Carroll's Churchmouse on this cat's head. Churchmouse knows better.
Perhaps a good scream for help would expand this cat's soprano range.
All are welllllllllllllcome, ALL are welllllllllllllllcome... Hold on, let me call my friend. RAAAAAAAALPH!
Happy, blessed, and snarky New Year to all our readers, listeners, viewers, etc.