Ever since they were young, my cats have shown an affinity for beer. Well specifically for beer bottles. I don’t know what it is – the shape of the bottle, the way the lip feels, or the smell of the beer. Now before you worry, they don’t actually drink the beer. One time I knocked over a bottle and was so worried that by the time I had run to get a towel they would be drunk from lapping it all up. But the spilled beer didn’t really interest them too much. Whew!
Of the two cats, Reilly is the one who is attracted by beer bottles the most. But Ryan has had his moments.
Oh and you get a glimpse of my handy dandy bottle holder – aka duct tape. It also works well with glasses of diet coke. Of course when there’s nothing in it, Ryan takes great pleasure at batting it around and off the table. Well he is named after a hockey player after all.