The Story Of Wiskey 3 My third memory of whiskey is of the story when my cat whiskey was outside hunting around 110 I was 5 years old and looking out of the window it was a Friday night and I had a friend over for a sleepover and I saw my cat on the lawn dragging up a massively big fat rabbit and she was struggling at carrying it and a massive buzzard came swooping down on to whiskey and then she turned around and ripped out it's throat then she carried up the rabbit and came back and struggled even more carrying that buzzard and I walked out later on after my friend stopped being sick we looked at the bird and saw it's wing span was longer than our two bodies fingertip to fingertip I used this joke before but it still works for this one "right in the childhood!"
