Della Street dislikes Carnival. We’re adjacent to the parade route, which makes us rather popular at this time of the year. Della and Oscar hide under the bed unless it’s a small gathering. Della does, however, like throws. These big-ass cups came our way courtesy of the Krewe of Tucks, which is a bawdy group that parades the Saturday before Fat Tuesday. The cups are marked “size matters” and Della enjoyed interacting with them. I’m not certain if she was disappointed that they were empty.
I love that photo.
Thanks. It’s a classic. She gets all pink lipped when she’s excited. You’da thunk there was a bird in the cup or something.
STRAW!
Hickory Dickory Dat…
Della’s a daiquiri cat!
Beauty!