He was lying on his bed.
He had something in his hand.
He kept bringing that thing to his mouth.
I realised it might be food.
I went over to him, nose-nudged his arm, and stared at him.
The thing in his hand was glass. It had liquid in it.
Nearby was a bottle that said 'whisky'.
I really wanted to know what it was.
I pawed at my human, pushed my nose towards the liquid, and... ewwww.... owwww.... my poor catty-nose.
I backed away, pulled my whiskers back, and did catty headshakes.
What was the liquid? What a horrible, strong smell.
Why is my human putting this in his mouth?
Weird creature.
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