Bottled a smoked ale for the first time today... well bottled for the first time of all... Winther brewed this amazing Smoked Brown Ale... and it is really something. Although today was full of the usuals, chaffeuring around the teen, cleaning what I could in the house... I did enjoy learning a little bit about what makes Winther, Winther. He truly has a gift, and definitely knows what he's doing... although he said that he would go into German-mode while we were bottling... it was more the cat that was in the way then my clumsiness. Zoe (the cat of strawberry anger) is the roommates cat, and does not like Winther or myself. Will he can stand him, but the cat definitely hates me. I have been known to be quite the "cat-whisperer", ha... not true considering everytime I get within 3 feet of one, or closer(which I always find myself in) I either get scratched in the face, or nearly have my eyes taken out. I think this all comes back to when I was 5 years old, and I had an orange cat named Simba... I loved that cat soooo much. One day we were outside and my mother had just set up an inflatable pool for my brother and I to play in. Well seeings how Simba and I were so close, I thought that he would like to go swimming... so I threw him in= End result, pissed-off wet orange cat, millions of scratches, deflated pool... and now as I continue to have these run-ins with felines, I believe that Simba passed along negative-cat-voo-doo... and now every cat knows and senses this about me. So even though I know that cats hate me, I still can't help it, I Love Animals and even no matter how matter times I get scratched in the face, have my eyes clawed at, get hissed at.... and like Zoe did the other day (have my whole container of strawberries knocked over), I still get closer to them then I should. So today while we were bottling, Zoe came in and teased me... she plays hard to get... she acts like she wants to be pet, but then she hisses at you and growls... so I try to bug her as much as possible, hoping she'll learn to love me... but I guess after grabbing her out of the loft and throwing her down a couple of steps to keep her in the house, she will continue to hate me for life... but two cases of brew is better then 5 angry cats
Look forward to seeing how the brew turns out, and hopefully in the future, brewing a little of my own... ;)