There comes a time in ones life when (if you consume alcohol) you discover your "bad" drink. This drink makes you snaky and mean and maybe more than a little bit crazy, and the worst part is, you rarely remember all your infractions the next day. Likely it takes more than one cocktail but it might not take many...
I've discovered Ella's "bad" drink. Fishbowl water (not to be confused with an over sized margarita glass swimming with ten types of schnapps, a whole lot of vodka, and only the bartender/god knows what else.) Rather, this fishbowl water, seen here in photo evidence number 175.Will the jury please note that the photo was not taken on the night of the alleged crime.
After dining on delectable (and stanky) canned kitty food, she wandered into the bathroom for a nightcap before hunkering down next to Gabe (*note that he's on the couch reading something mind boggling about economics.) She stared, and she glared, and she may have even gone cross eyed, and then *wha-BAM* she up and bites him! Yup right on the knee-cap, didn't phase him a bit and she just sauntered off like nobody's business. Damn cats!
Disclaimer: I might be enjoying this attack a little more than I should, but let's be honest they usually occur at witching hour, 3 a.m., and my snoozing wrists are usually the victim of Ella's fishbowl fever! Ouch, karma's a cat named Ella Buchowski!
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