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So tonight I came home, picked up my boy cat when he rubbed against my legs, and headed to the fridge to figure out what I wanted for dinner. As I walked, I said aloud that after how today went I wanted a margarita the size of my head and it was too bad he couldn't make me one. I opened the fridge, shifted aside a few frozen dinners, and discovered one of those margarita buckets you buy and then add alcohol to. As I stood there, trying to figure out how that got there, he leaned in and rubbed his face against mine as he began to purr loudly.
Eventually I remembered buying that bucket a few weeks back, although by that point I had made a significant dent in said bucket and have since found myself debating the hows of training a cat to mix drinks. I'll let you know if I come up with something.
Eventually I remembered buying that bucket a few weeks back, although by that point I had made a significant dent in said bucket and have since found myself debating the hows of training a cat to mix drinks. I'll let you know if I come up with something.