Cat Intervention



I was despondent.
I didn’t know where to turn.
Even Fat Mousie (in front of radiator) couldn’t cheer me up.
I was about to climb back into the bottle,
when my brother brought me back.



See, you don’t need the liquor, Quincy.
Just sit on the table with me
and stare at Dad until he gives you treats.


Wow, Samson, you’re right!
I don’t need the Everclear.
What I really need is a handful of Temptations.

And if Dad doesn’t give them to me,
it’ll be on his conscience
if I fall off the wagon.


Now, you’re getting the picture.
Let’s take a nap.


Good idea.

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