I constantly plot the downfall of my human couterparts. I leave mice's heads on the kitchen floor, and foot in the downstairs toilet oh and its brains just inside the kitchen door. Which are just ready for the humans when they rush down stairs in the middle of the night for a glass of water. I had thought from the various friends on her who felines leave them bits of mouse everywhere that we could cobble a mouse together. You know a sort of MOUSECANSTEIN with a bolt through its neck; and don't ask me why I would call it Bob.
Can you spot the cat can you , its a bit like that " Where's Wally"
I had the small human in a tight grip, don't let my sleeping face fool you. I let the small human go but I still had an evil smirk . Its tough being a cat and humans are so stupid. Well all this plotting I was really thristy, so after this those super people @Bombardier_beer had given me so beer to review.
Notice the wink yet again( why does my cat do this?)
Well I couldn't but the grown up human could.
And I have to say it looked a gorgeous pint after pouring it into the glass...
The look of it does wishes you could reach into the picture and take it there and then. It has the right level of hopyyiness ( made up word) it sits very well on your pallette. I charged my husband with drinking this. At first he couldn't detect the peppary aromas but after some cheese and crackers which he said he needed to clear his palette! he was able to detect this. Or was he too lazy to go get himself a snack!
