The other day, I placed my cereal bowl on the counter and walked away to do something for a quick minute. K brought Leia in and said, "I found this kitty on the counter, drinking up your cereal milk."
Rule #1- No kitties on the counter or table. That's gross.
Rule #2- Kitties can't be drinking the milk. Kitties are lactose intolerant.
I had K immediately take her downstairs. I knew what would come from a kitty who got milky drunk on mama's sugary cereal milk. (For the record, I eat frosted mini wheats and I don't drink milk.)
We'll just say that kitty-kitty had a belly ache. Kitty-kitty was confined to the basement so that she could deal with that. By the evening, bounce had returned to her step and she was running and playing once again.
I have started calling her "Milky" tough.