If you were ever feeling shitty, you could just kneel down next to Tequila Kitty, and she would look up at you and bat her eyes real pretty, and make you forget about all your petty city, stressful pity party problems for a bit at least. She loved fancy feast, she lived 17 long years, purred with many through many years, and tears and laughs and cheers. She never let you forget to feed her, Tequila loved her siestas. Purr one time for Tequila, and bite on the lime if you need to, hurts like...