Fished Out!

I'm telling you, when my cats get all liquored up on the hooch it becomes total uncontrollable mayhem around the house.

Last weekend, Shadow started making out with a bream and Wildcat went berserk and began starting small fires after huffing his stash of catnip.  He then beat the hell out of an unsuspecting possum which then created a late night possum raid on the garbage can that I had to clean up.  You ever try sweeping up week-old wet spaghetti noodles off a wooden deck before?

After that, he passed out on the couch only to wake every now and then in a stupor hollering for tuna fish.

An unmitigated disaster.