Bloody Meowy

This might be over the top for you, because it is definitely is for me. It's so out of character that I will admit this, it slightly disgusts me. I talk to my cat. Like she's a person. Now, before everyone starts on that whole 'whoa, who brought the crazy cat lady' thing, lets think about a few things. YOU, my friends, are here on a voluntary basis. You read this blog because you want to...for whatever crazy reasons you have, no one brought me here...you brought yourselves here. And secondly, I know you talk to your pet too. Whether or not it's a cat, a dog, a goldfish, an alligator or a horse....you talk to it. And I'd be willing to bet that it talks to you too. Or at least you pretend it does. You give it some sort of strange accent and imitate what it is thinking, what you KNOW it would say if it could.

For example, my parents chocolate lab Bosco. Here he is:

Asides from being the best 12+ year old puppy ever, Bosco is loving and sweet and lives each of his dog days to be loved and waiting for my sister and I to come and visit so the whole family can be together. He's deathly afraid of thunderstorms and fireworks, and he is so upset when someone packs a suitcase, that we have to trick him in order for us to leave. He also has a really goofy voice. No, no, not his dog voice, his people voice. Bosco's a smart dog, but, well...his speech doesn't really show it. He walks moseys around the house and the yard, swinging his tail in every direction, and in an Eeyore-esk way says something like:

"D'oh, D-D'oh, D'oh, D-D'oh. I'm a brown dog. D'oh. Anybody wanna give me a treat? D'oh D-D'oh. Anybody wanna pet me? D'oh, D-D'oh. I guess I'll lay down now'.

*plop*

And then there is Sammy. I hate cats, but I'm convinced she isn't really a cat. But just in case she really is, I know that she's the only cat I will ever truly love and care for. She's a fluffy black and white Maine Coon who steals souls, drinks too much, and is an international spy in cahoots with Lieutenant Kitty, the orange stray that sleeps in our backyard. But don't tell her that, she doesn't know that we know what she knows.

Got all that?

Sammy loves unconditionally, that is, until she doesn't want to love you anymore. When that happens, she'll usually abruptly jump off of your lap and retreat to her newest headquarters - the cardboard box. That's where she reports all of your strange humanly habits and brainstorms ways she can rule the world universe. She sleeps all day and demands you feed her as soon as you wake up. And she won't kill cockroaches because, well....she's just too good for that sort of thing. She's a little bitch, and I'll call her out on it, but she doesn't mind. She knows what she is, and she knows everyone will love her anyway.

So when Sammy suggested that we make Bloody Mary's last Sunday, with her strange accent that changes frequently, it sounded more like she asked for a Bloody Meowy, Rosie Perez style. And if the cat wants a Bloody Mary, why should be deny ourselves???

So that's how the Bloody Meowy was born. It might have a silly name, but the story that goes along with it is pretty serious. Plus, this isn't your normal Bloody Mary. Being so spicy and delicious, it needed a different name. I'm not sure if Bloody Meowy screams SPICY, but it'll work for now.

Spicy Bloody Mary (Bloody Meowy)
Printable Recipe
by Kacey's Kitchen

• 1.5 oz Absolute Peppar Vodka (plus an extra splash for goodluck)
• 3 oz tomato juice
• 1 splash lemon juice
• 1/2 tsp Worcestershire sauce
• 3 drops hot sauce
• Slap Ya Mama Hot! seasoning (or other cajun seasoning)
• carrots, celery, limes, and lemons, optional, for garnish

1. Wet rim of glass and roll in Slap Ya Mama Hot seasoning. Fill glass with ice.
2. Add all other ingredients (except carrots and celery) into another glass or pitcher with ice.
3. Stir or shake to combine, strain into seasoned glass.
4. Garnish appropriately.