I like parties. As long as I'm not stepped on. What makes them especially fun for cats is that people bring all sorts of smells with them. So any get-together becomes a smorgasbord of savory whiffs or not so savory. One time there was a new parishioner. Although he was nice, I could smell something very metallic and sour. It turned out he was wanted by the authorities for a crime having to do with washing money or some such thing. I get confused.
I made my rounds especially to where Pat Gubbers was sitting. In spite of her comb-over and spider web earrings, I really think she's sweet. She deliberately dropped food so I could find it under her chair..