Give me a martini, and the cat will have a scotch on the rocks...

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I love living alone.

There are a lot of benefits to it.  I can watch whatever I want on the TV without having to fight for the remote, if I choose to leave the washing up for a day (or three) no one is going to say boo about it, and I have the freedom to wander around naked if I so choose without having to worry about someone seeing me.

Well ... I suppose there was that one time when I walked into the kitchen in the knicky-noo-nah and my neighbour happened to be standing outside my window on our shared verandah ... but we don't talk about that.

But with all those benefits, there are bound to be some disadvantages too.

Take alcohol, for example.  Society tells us you can't drink alone, or if you do then you must be a beer swilling lush with no self control.  Or worse, a "secretly drinking" alcoholic with an addictive personality.

Pretty harsh when all I wanted was a glass of Brut Cuvee.

But thanks to some wine makers in Japan, my problem has finally been solved!  That's right, now our feline friends can get just as sloshed as we do thanks to a new wine called Nyan Nyan Nouveau made especially for cats [link].

After all, it's not really drinking alone if your feline flatmate is having a glass of Chardonnay too, is it?

Well ... if we're going for full disclosure here, the cats can't really get drunk.  The wine is of the non-alcoholic variety, which I suppose means it's just grape juice.  Four dollars a bottle sounds a bit rich when you put it that way, doesn't it.  But it does have some catnip mixed in there too so at least you know your kitty will be getting something out of the experience.

I'll have to order some for Gypsy the Feline Dictator.  Hmm, I think the evenings at Casa de Kellie are about to get a lot more interesting.

Is there such a thing as a placebo for alcoholics...

I'm not a regular customer of McCafe.  No matter how they tart it up, it's still just a McDonalds.  But I have to say I'm glad I agreed to go when some friends suggested it the other night.  If I'd said no, as was my first instinct, I might have missed the following edition of "Kellie Has Fun Eavesdropping On People".

So we were sitting there, trying to work out if our pastries had fruit or chocolate in them, when a group of about twenty people all came in together.  That's a lot to traipse into a Macca's all at once so we were understandably curious.  Can you really blame us for eavesdropping?

"Well that was fun, for an A.A. meeting."

An A.A. group!  That was a first.  I didn't even know that one met around there.

We kept listening, because that's how we roll.  It was all pretty boring, just your usual chit chat about families and work and what they were doing on the weekend.

At least it was until one of them, a girl who was noticeably younger than the rest but definitely part of the group, fronted up to the counter and placed her order.  She couldn't have been very far out of her teens and she was dressed as if she'd come from a night club, tottering on a pair of six inch heels.

"Um ... I'll have one of those ... what are they called?  You know the one's that look like a daiquiri?"

Oh bless.

Good on her for going to AA of course, especially given how young she was, but I just couldn't help choking over my iced chocolate as she said that.

Somehow, I think she might need to keep going for a little while longer.