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May 22, 2006

It's Christmas in May...

...for Hugh Hewitt, with this admission from the Elder:

When I return to the bar, I recoil in horror as I see one of our cats, Lola, standing with her hind paws on a bar stool, her face on the bar, tongue in my Martini. Tongue in my Martini!?!? It wasn't like she just had a sample sip out of curiosity either. She was lapping it up like a saucer of milk. Unbelievable.
My cat loves beer.

Real beer. Not Budweiser.

Posted by Mitch at May 22, 2006 07:25 AM | TrackBack
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I find it hard to believe that The Elder "recoiled in horror" when he saw Lola sharing his martini. "Glowed with pride" is more like it.

Posted by: JamesPh. at May 22, 2006 08:31 AM

That reminds me of the time that some friends celebrated a newly completed home renovation with champagne FOR EVERBODY! By "EVERYBODY", we only meant the humans. But when we turned back to the bottle for a second fill, we discovered to our collective horror that the host's Whippet dog was shoving the full length of her tongue all the way down inside the neck of the bottle.

Nice doggie!

Posted by: Dave in Pgh. at May 22, 2006 10:51 AM

"Real beer, not Budweiser..."

WORD.

Four words:

New Glarus Spotted Cow.

Your cat will thank me. And so will you.

Posted by: Pete (Alois) at May 22, 2006 10:05 PM
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