Who needs humans for happy hour?
Not this bat shit crazy cat lady!
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.
For those of you feeling bad that New Cat is left out – well, that’s his own fucking fault. His brain is filled with so many dead cells that he lays in the water once the sink has been filled…
Happy cattailing to you and yours on this fine feline Friday.