Breaking Bread with Sebastian

We had dinner at our house with my parents recently. The main course was Kristy's delicious chicken parmesan and spaghetti and she doesn't eat meat...but she sure likes the bone! Does anyone remember that song? "She don't eat meat, but she sure like the bone" Anyway, Sebastian joined us at the dinner table and enjoyed garlic bread and a Coors Light. It was cute, so we started taking pictures. However, Sebastian started running his mouth after about half a can of beer. He is such a lightweight. Here are excerpts of our conversation.


Sebastian on his love of geometry:
(Sebastian talking to my dad)


Sebastian: Jack, you don't remember the definition of Pythagorean theorem?
Jack (aka my dad): No Sebastian.
Sebastian: Its like, uhm, like, uh...In any right triangle, the area of the square whose side is the hypotenuse is equal to...oh damn...I can't remember...I love geometry. Did I tell you that?
Jack (aka my dad): No Sebastian.
Sebastian: Aww man. That's cool. Give me some pounds man (Sebastian reaches his paw out to my dad for some pounds and my dad reluctantly reciprocates) Dude, can you get me another beer when you get up? You can get one for yourself too. This is my house and all.
Jack (aka my dad): Sebastian, you are only a few sips into your first beer. I can only have one beer myself, because I'm on this new diet.
Sebastian: Diet, eh. Yeah, well, good luck with that (Sebastian turns his head away and snickers). No man, that's great. I should go on a diet (Sebastian breaks out into laughter and couldn't finish his sentence)...too. I'm sorry. I love you, pop pop.
Jack (aka my dad): Shut the f!@# up Sebastian. Eat your bread.
End of conversation

Next conversation
My mom is asking Sebastian if he is excited about our wedding


Pat (aka My Mom): Sebastian, aren't you excited about Kristy and John's wedding? It's going to be on the Moshulu, which is a big boat on the Delaware River.
Sebastian: Oh I'm sure it will be a blessed time. Hey, who do you think is most likely to fall off the boat, Stan or the bald kid, what's his name...oh yeah...Pyle. I have 3:1 odds that Pyle falls off, but Stan will be involved.
Pat (aka My Mom) (laughing): No one will fall off the boat. Where do you come up with this stuff?
Sebastian: Hey...uh...Pat...why don't you wear me around your neck like I'm a mink shawl. Then I can grab a drink and some eats and we won't have to pay for me as a person. The cheap guy will appreciate that one. Are they having Friskie's Turkey and Gravy canned food? Hell, I'll settle for some friggin Meow Mix. Seriously. Hey, did I tell you that guy..uhm..(Sebastian is pointing in my direction desperately trying to remember my name)
John (angrily): My name is John, Sebastian you f!@#ing d!@#$bag.
Pat (aka My Mom): John, watch your mouth.
Sebastian: Ah hah. Your mommy yelled at you. Oh man, this is great. I love you guys.
Sebastian gestures to my mom to come closer as he attempts to whisper something.



Sebastian (whispering): Hey, John is so cheap, he tried to use coupons with his food stamps (Sebastian and my mom erupt in laughter).
End of Conversation

Well, we had to call it a night. Sebastian got mad at Kristy, because she took his beer away from him when he still had a few swigs left.


Oh well. A few minutes later Sebastian ralffed at the dinner table.








I was never so happy to clean up after the cats.











The moral of this story is do not let cats drink. They're not very fun when drunk.

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