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!
BBQ, is that a true story? I can never tell with you
And if it is a true story, what was wrong with the service in your area...didn't anyone hear her asking for Whisky? Surprised no one showed up with a bottle.