Last night, the Aloha Alcohula*, Mark II, was blessed by the presence of a wee brown bat flitting about. It landed in the netting between a coconut minkey and a large wooden mask. After I called the Boojums, my panic-stricken voice asking for some advice, Volcano Bern stepped in to solve the dilemma. As always, VB has a gentle hand with the beasties, so he corralled the kitties into the bedroom (this was not as easy as it seems because the insatiably curious Fang was dying to get a closer look), donned some attractive workgloves and gently removed the bat from the netting & set it free. We could hear it chittering away as it seemed to be pretty happy in the AA, as all good folk should be.
Is it just a coincidence that the Bacardi rum label features a bat?
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Kudos to Volcano Bern! Gently helping the wee bat to freedom (perhaps the last thing it wanted, "more rum!" a tiny voice squeaks).
Shouldn't that be "best DAMN tiki bar in CT"?
Well, I just got used to referring to the AA* as the 'best tiki bar in CT', but I'm liking the feel of the words 'best DAMN' tiki bar in CT'....
Fang was still looking for the Amazing Flying Kitten all day & night yesterday. We really need to get him a pet.
*Best DAMN tiki bar in CT.
Glad to know the bat is okay. Do you think it was our very own "Fwuffy" checking out the AA?*
*Best DAMN tiki bar in CT
Oh, it had to be Fwuffy! He had heard so much about the best DAMN tiki bar in CT that he had to check it out.
He just hadn't heard about Slim and Fang (sounds like a shoot out in the offing, doesn't it? Them's gunslinger names!)
You know, Cranky, I think it WAS Fwuffy- he was wearing little black and silver eyeglasses....and wouldn't leave the jar maraschino cherries alone :)
As for a shootout, tough-as-nails Fang is frightened out of whatever wits he has by the new ceiling fan in the kitchen....and Slim is just napping...just waiting and napping.
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