No one gave me a fork.
But kitteh, dat duzzn't maek sens.
A DOG WOULD BRING YOU YOUR BEER AND SMOKES
A CAT, ON THE OTHER HAND...
Kitteh is kind ob a lush.
Keep it comin', mate, I'm takin' a cab home...
Thanks foar nawt driving, Beery Kitteh.
Reginald could no longer deny that his depth perception problem was getting worse.
Nawt to menshun his drinking problum....
But kitty, It's 6 AM
....y'sure cat? Really?
My evening cocktail.
I hab a straenj relashunship wif mai food. An drinks.
But we CAN'T be out of Zinfandel!
Wud abbout a Malbec?! Cabernet Franc?! ENNEETHING?!