That cats

Its on of those things, when you are in a local pub, and they have pets that really wander around the place, and the regulars are the favorites, dropping a bit of food or offering a little beer, nothing like a cat that likes the foam off you freshly pulled pint.

Still when you get drunk and you are in that, you’re too drunk to drive home conversation, you know, the one which has you arguing with your buddy, over which one of you should have the keys for that ever so short drive home.

Then you buddy looks up and says look, that cat only has one eye and is walking backwards, its then, and only then do you realize that he the guy that should have the keys, because you thought you had let the cat out 20 minutes ago.