Oh dear!

I had to go out today as I had so much to do, so I left the amigos at home with the cats. I had been warned that Trigger was a wee bit fond of the old “water of life”, so I made sure that there was no whisky within his reach. I hadn’t given a thought to my two miniature bottles of Drambuie, however!

It turns out that the whisky liqueur went down rather well and by the time I got home, poor old Trigger was out for the count in Maly’s bed. I think one of the others must have thrown the tartan rug over him, but they were both looking a bit concerned.

He is still sleeping it off, but I’m sure that a good Scottish cooked breakfast and a can of Irn Bru will see him right tomorrow!