Yesterday I bought a bottle of vodka (at 9 in the morning!) for the fennel vodka. I looked at the vast swathes of fennel still in the garden. I looked at the fronds in the kitchen. I thought I would never drink the dratted fennel vodka. I will be making chilli vodka for a Christmas present so the vodka can keep for that. I reluctantly got rid of the left over fronds. The waste grieved me, but the waste of a bottle of vodka flavoured with fennel sitting there being ignored would be just as much a waste and more expensive.
Apparently there was a pub called The Squinting Cat. It is currently closed due to violence, which doesn't surprise me. Psycho cat was a devil after catnip. To my delight I found a picture of it on WikiCommons.
The one in Swarcliffe is not to be confused with the one in Harrogate. I don't think the one at Harrogate ever had a fight at a funeral and the one at Swarcliffe definitely did. I think the name is awesome, though, and I may well nick it for a novel.