From the time I was 10 until I was maybe 19 (when he passed away from cancer), I had a cat who had a real problem with alcohol. Whenever my mom would have a party, he'd wait until everyone had gone into the family room to dance ... then he'd get up on the coffee table in the front room and start drinking everyone's drinks.
The next morning, I would usually find him with a severe hangover on my mom's bed. Generally he'd be splayed out (head down) on one of her pillows and would meow mournfully through most of the morning.
I would do my best to get him rehydrated (you can't give cats aspirin or most other analgesics), and usually move him to my room (where he could be in the dark and quiet with no one bothering him).
I guess he just liked the dizzy feeling. The reason I think this might have been the case is that his favorite game was to have me spread out a blanket, then he'd go sit in the middle of the blanket, then I would gather up all the corners, and spin the blanket around my head several times. When I put it down, he'd stumble around for a minute or so, and then go sit in the middle of the blanket. I would give him another ride ... and we would repeat this process until he decided it was enough.
As an adult, if I didn't know he actually liked it, I would think it was abuse myself. But, that boy was an alcoholic who loved carnival rides.
