True story. I don't really know if the neighbors thought she was a drunk, though I might suspect such.
I wish someone had shown up with a bottle and taken her away.
I had an orange tabby once. The ex-wife would let him out at night, then call him back in the morning.
All the neighbors thought she was a drunk as she stood on the front stoop in her robe, and yelled, Whisky! Whisky!