Lush, Thy Name is Tasha

February 16, 2010

This morning I woke up to discover Tasha happily slurping up the remnants of Eric’s chocolate martini from last night – we’d made the mistake of leaving the near-empty glass out on the counter.

There isn’t much that that cat won’t eat (which is probably why she’s tipping the scales at 14.75 lbs, according to the most recent figures from the vet’s office), but this is the first I’ve known her to have a taste for booze.

I hope the baby’s arrival doesn’t push her over the edge into lapping up saucer after saucer of White Russians. At least we don’t have to worry about taking away her car keys.


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