Annette tells DNAinfo the felines leave no room for the scene's guest of honor: "When the figurine of baby Jesus does finally appear on the hay bale, the cats usually push him right off to take their rightful spot, on the warm bale." The kittehs then proceed to turn the idyllic setting into a house of sin, where they drink and gamble until the dark night turns into a pale early morning blue with Old Sal over on the old honky-tonk piano never letting up once, not even for a minute.
"People love it, but they really get a laugh out of the cats," Sue said of the crèche that has since become something akin to a dorm room poster of smoking dogs playing poker.
The "live" nativity scene, which has become a draw for local residents, is located at 344 Van Brunt Street. If you're interested in seeing some wild animals make a mockery of our most hallowed of holiday traditions, you can head over to DNAinfo to see havoc these felines have wreaked. (DNAinfo)