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July 16, 2009

Cat spends night in beer fridge

Cats are curious, and in this instance that instinctive nosiness got one in trouble. 

A dispatch from the The Standard newspaper in Warrnambool Australia tells of how a cat named Maisy ended up spending the night in its owner's beer fridge.

The owner, Bill Nelson, who is the local fire chief, was having family members over to watch a cricket match on the TV.  He walked out to snag some brews from his beer fridge, located in a shed adjacent to his home.

Apparently, the cat followed him and jumped in the fridge when Nelson was not looking.

The cat was not missed until the next morning. Then an all out search was mounted around the household. At first, Nelson thought the cat might be trapped in the shed. Eventually he opened his beer fridge, and there was Maisy, chilly but unharmed, curled up on the fridge floor.

Moral of the story?

Always check your beer fridge for pets before closing the door.

My son's cat resides with us. She occasionally hides among the empties in the basement, but other than that shows no interest in beer.

How about your pets?

Are they attracted to your beer?

Any tales of beer-drinking pets out there?

I have never heard of a cat drinking beer.

Dogs yes, but not cats. Not sure about hamsters.

Photo: Robin Sharrock in Herald Sun  

Posted by Rob Kasper at 8:36 AM | | Comments (3)
Categories: Weird beer stories
        

Comments

Both of my cats love to sneak up on the coffee table and lick the beer that collects in the crevices on top of a can. They prefer Miller Lite. Go figure.

My booze-hound Odie B. has made sure that NO ONE! EVER! can leave any beverages in a bottle, glass, or can, on a table that is less than 3 feet to the ground.

I can't tell you how many times I have caught "jerkdog" stealing some swills. At first it was cute, but now, I think it may be time for canine anonymous.

Wow. Thank goodness the little Maisey was unharmed.

I laugh at your use of the word nosiness. How can you nosey when the world (house) belongs to you.

It's really quite amazing. The odds of the timing happening just right are incredibly high.

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About Rob Kasper
Rob Kasper, a features columnist, has been writing about beer for 20 years, and he remembers when Anchor Christmas and Noche Buena were about the only beers at a holiday tasting and Sisson’s was the only brewpub in Baltimore. A collection of his columns, "Raising Kids and Tomatoes, Amusing Tales and Appetizing Recipes," was published in 1998. He lives with his wife, Judith, a professor at Johns Hopkins School of Public Health, in a downtown Baltimore rowhouse. They have two grown sons, who come home from time to time and drink their father’s beer.
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