
With all due respect to Abba, that would be Mama C, not me. Apparently Mama C just feels the beat and wants to move to it. Me, not so much. But then I’m a cat, so I don’t really have a choice.
I’m not the type to draw blood when my mamas do something I don’t like, so in this case I’m getting revenge in other ways. Mama C was horrified by how fat I look in this photo, so I’m posting it! Mama G leans toward the theory that I’m just very strong and muscular. I’ll let them hash that argument out on their own time.
Meanwhile, I think I’ll sit out the next dance, thank you!













