You are singing. Loudly. Songs from the old country, your head is spinning, the cat sitting next to you has his dirty boots on the table and is laughing hysterically waving his hat in the air conducting you as you sing.
You don't quite remember how you got into this mess, you don't quite care. You just know that a 12 pound kitty cat in fine hat and leather boots has managed to drink you under the table. Again. It always starts out innocent enough, you bring him intel, he asks for a favor, drinks are poured...And before you know it Puss is telling everyone the story of how you lost your shoe and you're making jokes about how Charming kept the shoe but you've got the villa in the south of France. And the apartment in Milan. And the farm house on Nantucket.
You don't mind, Puss is an old friend. A dear friend. You know you will wake up safe and sound, but you also know you're going to wake up owing him a favor. It's give and take, Puss owes you a few too.