The Cat Drank My Beer

The Cat Drank My Beer The Cat drank my beer I left in a cup. Actually she used her tongue to lick it all up. I remember thinking, this does not bode well for the cat or the beer. This feline had to drive home and she didn’t live near. I could see she was in no condition to drive. By the time I stopped her, she had already drank five. She slurred her purrs, licking everyone around. She threw a hairball at a beagle and pinned a pit-bull to the ground. She meows she hates you and think you’re a rat. Then starts crying, asking: “does this fur make me look fat?” She rants and raves as those with drink tend to do. Then starts singing Streisand albeit a little off tune. I mix catnip and Friskees for a little pick me up. She takes one lick and passes out in her cup. I now know that cats have a problem with beer. One sip or lick drops them on their rear. 8/22/18