OK, I meant genes!

Last night, I left little Fi sleeping on the cowhide rug with a nice cowboy moving playing on the screen.  Went into the kitchen for a wee snack.  The absolute minute my back was turned, Fiona awoke from her “deep sleep”, climbed onto the sofa, and slurped a couple of good glugs from my Irish Whiskey.

Reminds me of the Sneaky Snake song by Tom T. Hall.

Well, Sneaky Snake drinks root beer, and he just makes me sick
When he is not dancin’, he looks just like a stick
Now, he doesn’t have any arms or legs, you cannot see his ears
And while we are not lookin’, he’s stealin’ all of our beer