Polly Want a Cocktail Digital Collage 5.25” x 3.25”

Sure, I like a nice cocktail at the end of a hard day, but I’d hardly say I have a drinking problem. Still, I can’t help feeling something is not quite right whenever I have a few too many and that pesky pink cat shows up. It whispers things in my ear that trouble me. “Squawk at the kids,” it taunts. “Bite the old owner’s finger?” it prods. When it calls I can’t refuse, but I always end up feeling terrible the next morning. I guess birds just weren’t meant to drink whiskey.