Mr. Mick thought I should not have left him a tip. He says cats are already worshipped as gods in some places, they don't need a year. I told Mick that it's not my manicurist's fault that the Vietnamese do not have a Year of the Rabbit, and he always does a lovely job on my nails, so he gets a tip.
His Majesty continued to grumble about the injustice of the matter until I silenced him with an ear rub and a massage. Once suitably mellowed, he was willing to allow cats to have their year...but only Vietnamese cats. "The rest of them are out of luck, it's our turn."
"mmmmmm...a few treats, a nice massage...I'll take this for a year or so..."
Here's wishing everyone and everybun a joyous and much-blessed Year of the Rabbit (and a happy Year of the Cat to our feline friends as well).