who, me?
sneaks a glance
YAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
crash, boom, tinkletinkletinkle
awww . . . poor kitty 
pat pat it’s okay . . .
shrinks away
hissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss…
sits in corner, slowly getting his groove on with the keg
My God…I MUST be drunk…I see a cat and a dragon fooling around.
Huh. And I thought I got into some seriously mixed-up relationships. A cat and a dragon? Eeep.
::bobkitty curls up with a drink and watches the action unfold::
::brings in a couple of bottles - one rum, one vodka::
(double take at the cat and the dragon and the kitty, then shrugs)
Where’s the shot glasses? I think I need to get caught up here.
turns to cougar and launches into the air spitting fire . . .
ducks the [sub]huge, needs-to-go-on-a-diet[/sub] dragon and climbs up on said dragon’s back
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…
said dragon starts zooming around room wildly
YEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW!!!
cuff
BOOM
saunters away
did i hear vodka?
Oooh! A kitty!
Heerrreee, kitty, kitty! Auntie Creaky still has that nice pink tutu for you!
Kitty, where are you going? Come back, Auntie Creaky’s only had a few drinks tonight… not enough to want to get really dangerous to kitties and try to put you in, say, dollie clothes !!!
::gasp::
::pant::
lands on the floor for awhile just as . . .
cougar swipes at her wings
RRRIIIIPPPPPPP
OOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!!!
lifts into the air with an injured wing and balances on a nearby willow tree . . . whoa . . . hope it doesn’t crack . . . crrrreeeeeaaaaaakkkk hmm, it seems safe for the moment . . . brushes off her injured wing and breathes fire at the dogs below her, gimicing at the memory of the dog food . . .
the 
above was supposed to be pant
sorry!
saunters confidently over to drinks table
spots Creaky
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
jumps in fright, crashes through ceiling
Hey, has anybody seen the kit… (Looks up suddenly)
Oh, no! Poor kitty! However did you get up there?? Quick, somebody get me a ladder!
Don’t worry, kitty-pie, Auntie Creaky is here to help you!
::quickly positions herself behind “Aunty Creaky” pretending to indulge herself in a nice book on the sofa::
groan
scrambles away at top speed
hmm . . . a pink tutu . . . somebody get a camera! 
oh no… it’s the Shadow Camera of Doom[sup]TM[/sup]!!! AAAAAGGGHHHHH!!!
frantically runs around trying to hide
Oh, very well, kittie-pie! Auntie Creaky will edge over to the drinks table and pour herself a nice big bourbon and just watch the party.
Maybe there’s a nice doctor here Auntie Creaky could hit on…!
::bobkitty curls into a slightly smaller ball, hoping Creaky doesn’t notice that there’s another kitty in the room::
Uhhh… yeah… how 'bout them Bears? Good team this year. Yup. Nothing to see here. No kitties over by the drink table, uh-uh.
*Gartog enters, pausing in the doorway just long enough for people to notice his arrival. A single glance takes in the whole room and then . . . . . *
Whooo Par-tay! 
Is that a hole in the ceiling? hmmmm
*Gartog tkaes a beer and heads for the dance floor . . . *