Cats Need Comedy

So, I don’t get out of the office much, in so much as I work at the office, live at the office and never leave the office. However, if I was to leave the office this weekend, I know exactly were I would go.

The Kansas City Improv Festival!

This weekend features 12 of the best improv groups in the city, with 4 different groups performing Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night at 7, at the Union Station Theater. With tickets only $15, it is an event that can’t be missed.

For more information, go to http://kcimprov.com/festival/

Now, before you go accusing me of being a member of any of these improv groups, and using my blog as a shameless opportunity to plug, I will remind you that this is impossible, as I am a cat, and cannot manipulate my vocal cords in the manner necessary to deliver a whacky make-‘em-up. I am, however, close friends with several of them, and they are funny as hell, and should be supported in any way possible, including going to their shows, offering them cash money prizes, and going on dates with them.

Man, I wish I could go. Cats love to laugh; we just do it on the inside, like an insecure high school girl who so desperately wants to be liked by the popular crowd that she suppresses her open minded and charismatic side so that she can replace it with a judgmental witch of a person.

At least, that’s what I’m told.