Bottoms Up!

Joe F., of the Windsor South Group, Canada, reports the following: "One night--long before A.A.--I staggered out of a friend's house to get a package of cigarettes. When I got back all the lights were out. I was furious and more than a little drunk. Unable to open the front door, I stumbled around the side of the house, kicked in a window and fell into the basement. Groping my way up the stairs, I arrived in the kitchen and put up a yell for my friend. No answer, I put on all the lights and yelled again. No answer. In the icebox I found a pint of whiskey. With this discovery, I immediately forgave my friend and started in on the bottle. In a few minutes I noticed that I had company. It was a big, yellow cat. I found a bottle of milk in the icebox and tried to fill a large bowl for my companion. I slipped, slid and finally fell on my face. The last thing I remember was taking a slug out of the bottle. I woke up in jail! It was not until I saw the headline in the local paper, "BURGLAR FEEDS CAT" that I realized I had stumbled into the wrong house!