In article >, Wayne Boatwright
> wrote:

> > The time my cat, Inky, just a little kitten of a couple of months,
> > managed to escape from the bedroom, got on the table that I had
> > lovingly decorated and set with my best linen and dishes, sipped the
> > liqueur from the fruit cups that were supposed to be our first course,
> > then, so drunk he probably could not get off the table, stumbled into
> > the waiting, empty soup tureen and fell asleep, snoring while my
> > guests stood around the mess and and laughed their butts off.
>
> Margaret, that's priceless!

And you probably thought there was only one lush in the place.
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-Barb, <http://www.jamlady.eboard.com> Updated 9-26-05