Ted can hardly wait for me to arrive home in the evenings so we can partake in our cattails (of course this is only a mocktail for me before I move onto Skinny Pirates). He hates drinking alone at happy hour, so I get my head under the sink with him (yes, you read that right) and liquid my liver up before I master the art of dehydrating it over the weekend.
Happy cocktailing to you on this fine Friday.
Lol… you do love your cat tho!
It’s a little disgusting how much I love this little fur ball but I do own it. And know that I’m ultra crazy! 🙂
Your so cute…Stay nice and hydrated this weekend!
Thanks Girl! 🙂 I did!
That’s so sweet! There should be cat pubs where he could go and drink with his friends:)
I think you are onto something! Cat pubs would rock…maybe I will open one. Are you free to tend bar?
I gotta find a way to get my human to do that!
Texas, you must give them the saddest, “where the hell have you been all day,” look ever. And then practice daily. It will work. xo, Teddy
Girl, you are too adorable for words.
I like how you use the word adorable when everyone else uses the word crazy. Love love you!
OK this time I don’t believe you, hahaha! But then again it might be fun.
Oh now c’mon! Put your head under the faucet and have a cocktail with a cat. It’s fun! I’ll let you do this with Ted one day!
Such a cutie!
You know he thinks so!