A. Leupp writes, “So I’m in a local neighborhood tavern, and I look up and all of a sudden there’s a cat sitting at bar next to me. The bartender informs me it’s TC—Tavern Cat—who comes in every night, sits at the bar, and gets a little “shot” of cream. He had just finished his when I took this.”
I’m in your… etc. Be mine, Tavern Cat!
Thats so cute!
I can totally see myself as the reincarnation of that cat!
Hell yeah, looks like the cat we have down at the Old Tavern
Fat Matt’s Vortex (formerly Irene’s) in KCK is named after the cat that lives there. I’m partial to bar dogs, though. Cats are mean drunks.
Man, Sharon Stone looks pretty rough nowadays
So that’s where my cat’s been going every evening!
hugs for tavern cat.
i love him