A number of years ago, when we had just moved to Idaho, we had a female cat named Punkin, who was feral to begin with and decided to move in with us when we were living in California. After we moved to Idaho, around Christmas time, we had made some Grasshopper cocktails. Something or other happened that distracted us for a few minutes, and when we came back into the family room, there was Punkin, drinking a Grasshopper. So every year after that, we had to give her a drink. She only liked Grasshoppers, though. Wouldn't drink anything else.
Drunken cats must be fun to watch....
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