Carnivorous Canines Are No Match for Friendly Felines

If I took John White's advice to seek respite from the tumultuous world of beBee by heading for the Great Outdoors I'd probably come back a werewolf, which would defeat the purpose.

That's where the wolf packs roam, attacking the weak and innocent.

Why would I want to further subject myself to such savage cruelty? Bad idea, John.

As you can see, I find respite from the carnivorous canines by spending time with some friendly felines at the local tavern.

Would you expect anything less from me?

Probably not. I doubt anyone around here could possibly think anything less of me, anyway.

This is my favorite spot: The Latham Tap.

These are my friends: Kathy, Amy and Caleb.

They're a fun-loving bunch. And, they keep the wolves from my door.

It doesn't take much. A few Jameson Irish Whiskey's, with a dash of Coke, and the world makes sense, again.

By the way, do you know why God created whiskey?

To keep the Irish from ruling the world.

I'm only 3/4 Irish, so I guess I'd have to let someone else rule a place like ... wait for it .... Canada!