Catsup and about, aye? (and I'm not talking condiments)

The casino cameras caught some pretty fly photos of me struttin' my stuff through the lobby of this joint. I guess it was ladies night up in the 2nd floor night club, so while they were away, it was all about the Boo man...

I find the cultured Italian marble quite nice. And it's cool on my belly! The stairs seem a bit daunting. I hear the gym is on the second floor. That seems silly to climb the stairs to go work out. That's a lot for a big boy like me to take. It's gotta be one or the other... I know there must be an elevator around here somewhere for the husky cats. I think one of my favorite things is the complementary cat toys. You can see the basket o'plenty right in the lobby! That is OUTSTANDING, aye?

I did get unprecessendeted access to the gourmet kitchen, but since the celebrity chef wasn't in, I didn't take any photos. Maybe next time. The sports book has a pretty big television too.

On Boo's scale of 1 to 4 paws, I say this place is 3 paws. I'd give it 4, but that American Shorthair just keeps bustin' my chops when she's not sleeping off her cat milk hangovers. (I think she has a problem with the stuff. They really should cut her off well before the bar closes.) Maybe some day she'll lighten up. You'd think my charm would have turned her into Jell-O by now. Who doesn't love a sexy Canadian accent, aye?

Pawsitively Yours,
Boo