Funnily enough, hardcore liquor doesn’t seem to affect them much.
I was 21, and poured myself a shot of Bacardi 151. This is a liquor so strong they stopped making it because people were going to the hospital. Jack Danials whisky is 80 proof. Bacardi 151 is 151 proof. So just barely shy of being twice as strong as Jack Danials.
Anyways, I pour myself a shot, and don’t drink it. I get up, go to the kitchen to see if I still have any gatoraide left.
I come back with 2 bottles, and my shot is gone. I’m like “…I know I didn’t drink it…” and I was failing to think of a reasonable explaination for what just happened. Then I see my cat looking at the end of the table looking guilty. I was like “OH GOD NO!!!”
But it was 4am. There are no vets open at 4am.
I was like “Well, I don’t know what to tell you. Even if a vet were open, I’m waaaay too drunk to drive right now. You better just stay alive, you sneaky little shit. Oh…I don’t mean that. I don’t want that to be the last thing I say to you. Come here, let me hug you.”
And she vomited all over me. And I said “Hopefully thats good. C’mon, lets go feed you some more food so you can vomit more.”
She wouldn’t eat. I stayed up until 7am, called the taxi place (because this story was in 2003 before uber), and told them I needed an emergancy taxi. And explained why.
The vet saw her, and said one shot of alcohol wasn’t enough to kill a cat. I explained how strong this stuff was, but he said she wouldn’t die.
She did however hate all noise for the next day, and prefered darkness. And then I realized “oh my god, my cat is legitimately hung over…”
The day after that she was fine. And I never left open alcohol near her ever again. Not even beer.
I got nerd sniped by 151 being “nearly twice as strong” as 80. Not because 151 isn’t 160, but because you can’t get stronger than pure ethanol at 200 proof. (Other alcohols, additives and dehydrating agents notwithstanding.)
From a certain perspective then, 200 proof would count as infinitely strong, and that’s reflected in the difficulty that exists in distilling pure ethanol. This is a lot like the amount of effort required to reach light speed, so maybe “relativistic” mathematics is required here.
Sooo, from this particular ~reference frame~ perspective, 151 is about “twice” 91 proof, and “twice” 80 proof is about 138, assuming I haven’t messed up the calculations.
And if my even sketchier algebra is right, 151 proof is about 2.324 “times” 80 proof.
(This would have been a lot funnier if 151 had turned out to be exactly “twice” 80 under this system, but alas it is not.)
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Cats shouldn’t eat chocolate, it’s poisonous to them.
They also can’t taste sweetness.
Funnily enough, hardcore liquor doesn’t seem to affect them much.
I was 21, and poured myself a shot of Bacardi 151. This is a liquor so strong they stopped making it because people were going to the hospital. Jack Danials whisky is 80 proof. Bacardi 151 is 151 proof. So just barely shy of being twice as strong as Jack Danials.
Anyways, I pour myself a shot, and don’t drink it. I get up, go to the kitchen to see if I still have any gatoraide left.
I come back with 2 bottles, and my shot is gone. I’m like “…I know I didn’t drink it…” and I was failing to think of a reasonable explaination for what just happened. Then I see my cat looking at the end of the table looking guilty. I was like “OH GOD NO!!!”
But it was 4am. There are no vets open at 4am.
I was like “Well, I don’t know what to tell you. Even if a vet were open, I’m waaaay too drunk to drive right now. You better just stay alive, you sneaky little shit. Oh…I don’t mean that. I don’t want that to be the last thing I say to you. Come here, let me hug you.”
And she vomited all over me. And I said “Hopefully thats good. C’mon, lets go feed you some more food so you can vomit more.”
She wouldn’t eat. I stayed up until 7am, called the taxi place (because this story was in 2003 before uber), and told them I needed an emergancy taxi. And explained why.
The vet saw her, and said one shot of alcohol wasn’t enough to kill a cat. I explained how strong this stuff was, but he said she wouldn’t die.
She did however hate all noise for the next day, and prefered darkness. And then I realized “oh my god, my cat is legitimately hung over…”
The day after that she was fine. And I never left open alcohol near her ever again. Not even beer.
Happens to me all the time too
You better stay alive, you sneaky little shit
It doesn’t seem to affect me much.
I got nerd sniped by 151 being “nearly twice as strong” as 80. Not because 151 isn’t 160, but because you can’t get stronger than pure ethanol at 200 proof. (Other alcohols, additives and dehydrating agents notwithstanding.)
From a certain perspective then, 200 proof would count as infinitely strong, and that’s reflected in the difficulty that exists in distilling pure ethanol. This is a lot like the amount of effort required to reach light speed, so maybe “relativistic” mathematics is required here.
Sooo, from this particular ~reference frame~ perspective, 151 is about “twice” 91 proof, and “twice” 80 proof is about 138, assuming I haven’t messed up the calculations.
And if my even sketchier algebra is right, 151 proof is about 2.324 “times” 80 proof.
(This would have been a lot funnier if 151 had turned out to be exactly “twice” 80 under this system, but alas it is not.)