In case you’re wondering, yes, I do indeed make a habit of referring to milk as cat beer. Nothing beats a cool frothy mug of cat beer. Another thing to address is that, yes, I do call my own cat “Kitty” despite her having an actual name, and yes, I do talk to her like that and even meow sometimes. Hell, I often meow when talking in general. I find it ironic that I do such cutesy things and yet I am constantly jealous of Fruitified me because there’s no way I can ever look that adorable, especially when drunk off of cat beer.