I took a sip from my gin and tonic and noticed that it had a flat, matted feeling to it. The taste was certainly not what it should be, either. I stuck out my tongue and stared at the contents of the glass. Surprise surprise, it seems that a tuft of Ra fur had been shed and broken free from the main mass of feline while I was petting him. I can only surmise that it floated about the room for a brief while... only to land in my drink.
So I might be treated ti the pleasure of drinking it.
[Edit @2044: Sheena says, "I made you a hairball ... but you eated it.]