Cat in a Bag...With Champagne

I’m not quite sure where to go with this one, to be honest with you.

Twas an ordinary Friday night and all through the house, I opened up a fresh bottle of champagne and decided to drink some…

Whatever, so it doesn’t rhyme.

Not a creature was stirring, except for my cat, who hauled ass across the room in order to jump into a paper bag I had sitting on the table. I offered her a glass of champagne, for the effort.

She refused.

I’ll never understand her.