Sauce it or shut it
Sooner or later the bail bonds place that Freddy has on speed dial will quit answering. I have such a hard time trying to imagine a World without Toots. My stash and my liquor cabinet would not be so empty but just contemplate existence without that cat. The quintessential party animal across at least three timelines (helps when one is ascended I guess) leaving us? Perish the thought (shudder)
One time a stripper went to pet him, just to see if he was still breathing, and her hand passed right through that cat. She freaked, others freaked, I sat sat back with the bouncer when bartender got the ninja with a flyswatter when he tried for the Hennessey, missed, landed on all fours and downed a whole fifth of Wild Turkey to show us all he still had his mojo.