Jami puts the kitten in a martini glass

The kitten fits in a martini glass. The system works! For months Jami has followed Kittenwar at the eponymous site. On this site photos of kittens are pitted against each other in up or down voting opportunities. The very cutest kittens win 75 per cent of their battles - and the not so cute? that's a sad tale. We've noticed that the cuter kittens are often portrayed in cups or small objects, and they are new kittens. Older kittens fare less well. Kittens in groups cuddled together fare well also. So in the spirit of kitten war cliches, we attempted to get MouseyTongue into a martini glass - a sure fire winning strategy. He was uncooperative. We promised to keep him dry, but he apparently likes his martini dirty. In the process the martini glass suffered indignities that can only be hinted at and must remain unnamed.
All this reminds me of a cartoon I saw when I was pre-K. It was one of those 1930s cartoons that's jazzy and the animation backgrounds are hazy. Figures have no elbows and arms and legs bend in arcs. The chiaroscuro is thick and murky. In this cartoon some kittens escape from their mother and travel all over the house, having mishaps. At one point the kittens get into the liquor cabinet. Soon they're wearing smoking jackets and puffing on stogies.
At this point it becomes somewhat surreal. There's a knock at the door and the kittens cautiously open it. They've won a trip on the Hindenberg! They're chauffeured to the aerodrome where they cavort with all the celebrities and politicos of the day: [insert Movie Tone Newsreel music and narrator] there's Jack Dempsey, and Mayor Jimmie Walker, and is that Lou Gehrig? It is! - he's holding Joe Dimaggio's scissors: there's a real Yankee Clipper! And here come the kittens: they're drinking out of all the martini and champagne glasses and the guests are loving it, as the majestic airship sails high over the Atlantic for the 1936 Olympiad - the party's just getting off the ground. While on the Hindenberg the kittens switch from macanudoes to Chesterfield cigarettes: Chesterfield, there's a smooth smoke that won't burn the larynx - so says opera star, the Met's own, Suzanne Fisher: she won't go on stage without taking a quick puff. And look at those kittens scamper down the gangway. They're the toast of Unter den Linden. Tonight they'll dine with Charles Lindbergh, the Lone Eagle, and Herman Goerring , in another embarrassing episode of American hero worship and misguided pre-war allegiance.
[end newsreel music and narration]
Later, while the kittens are gathered around Jesse Owens, their mother shows up. She's flown across the Atlantic in Amelia Erhart's Ford Trimotor. She scolds them and shoos them onto the plane and back to the states. The cartoon closes with the kittens singing a farewell octet to Owens and the other braves athletes of the Olympiad.
I've forgotten a lot, but that's the gist of it.