Of Bhuts and Cats (forget the mice and the men)
So I was preparing a couple of fresh bhuts to go into my vodka bottle to really supercharge it, and my cat Dorian (a gray tabby, get it, Dorian the Gray?) kept whining for the obvious people food I was fixing.
So, I took where I had cut the stem and back end of the pepper off (to open it up so the vodka can get inside easily) and held it down for him to sniff.
He did that classic cat recoil, fell over backwards, and proceeded to run into the next room.
Guess the pepper was ripe, eh?