Just when I though I’d seen pretty much everything, Twitter points me in the direction of something new: Wine for cats.
Seriously? How is this a thing? Who’s the person that sat down with a glass of wine one evening and thought, “Hmmm. I bet this would be so much more enjoyable if my cat could join me.”
Granted, Neko enjoys a number of human foods (blueberry cookies from Trader Joe’s in particular), whip cream off of fancy coffees, and cheese (white ones especially).
Tell me, does this look like the face of a cat who should be getting sloshed?
Apparently this “wine” is actually fancy catnip water. The last time I gave Neko catnip he knocked the scoop out of my hand and covered himself in a heaping scoopful of nip. After the initial shock of what he had just done wore off he looked at me with eyes the size of serving plates. Nope. I left the room and closed the door. I rather like having all of my skin on my body.
Those claws, yo.
But seriously, I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around this. What does Happy Hour with one’s cat even look like?
Because this looks an awful lot like loneliness. All that’s missing is the yoga pants.
I’m pretty sure in my house it’d look a lot more like this:
…and that is really REALLY not ok.
Neko has a hard enough time standing and walking without being intoxicated. I can just see it…This would be the aftermath of Neko getting drunk:
Is it just me that thinks this is weird? Would YOU do this?