NOVEL NOTES by Jerome K. Jerome
"A leaky beer tap was the cause of her downfall. A saucer used to be placed underneath it to catch the drippings. One day the cat, coming in thirsty, and finding nothing else to drink, lapped up a little, liked it, and lapped a little more.......
From that day till the hour she died, I don't believe that cat was ever once quite sober. Her days she passed in a drunken stupor before the kitchen fire. Her nights she spent in the beer cellar.
My grandmother, shocked and grieved beyond expression, gave up her barrel and and adopted bottles. The cat, thus condemned to enforced abstinence meanded about the house for a day and a half in a disconsolate, quarrelsome mood. Then she disappeared, returning at eleven o'clock as tight as a drum.
Where she went, and how she managed to procure the drink, we never discovered, but the same programme was repeated every day. Some time during the morning she would contrive to elude our vigilance and escape, and late every evening she would come reeling across the fields in a condition that I will not sully my pen attempting to describe."
I thought the cat in the picture had that contented look.