Ok, it wasn't me that was sent to rehab. It was my kitty.
We thought we had taken care of Mr. Mitten's drinking issues when we sent him to Kitty Rehab. As you can see from the picture----it didn't take. He's now added a crown.
It's gotten worse in the past few days. He's gone all south of the border on us and we just can't figure out where he picked up that tequila and bling. Bad kitty. Bad, bad kitty.