Absinthe .

. . . makes the heart grow fonder.

Ahem: Absinthe. Iz Daddy gettin’ all likkered up???

Actually, our son’s cat knocked over an empty absinthe bottle on our dining room cupboard.

Ah, I see: cat on a drunken rampage. The Cat Fancier Association may have to be informed.

Absinthe is always a mistake.