Sneaky cat!
Oh, Emmie Emmie Emmie...
We had roast chickens for the feast this evening, and only one of them was eaten -- picked down to the bone except for the wings, which nobody seemed to want. So I put the second whole chicken in the fridge and sat down to do some Internet stuff, leaving the pan with the wings on the stove.
A few minutes ago I got up to get a drink and found our cat Emmie crouched at the entrance to the kitchen, chewing on something. When she saw me coming she scampered away, and on the floor I saw an object that I did not at first recognize because you never expect to see it on the floor.
That's right. One chicken wing, with attached shoulder bones, partly gnawed.
I put it and the rest of the chicken carcass in the garbage can at once, but not before showing the nibbled wing to George, who rolled his eyes and sighed.
Emmie is still licking her lips. Mmmmm, chicken grease.
We had roast chickens for the feast this evening, and only one of them was eaten -- picked down to the bone except for the wings, which nobody seemed to want. So I put the second whole chicken in the fridge and sat down to do some Internet stuff, leaving the pan with the wings on the stove.
A few minutes ago I got up to get a drink and found our cat Emmie crouched at the entrance to the kitchen, chewing on something. When she saw me coming she scampered away, and on the floor I saw an object that I did not at first recognize because you never expect to see it on the floor.
That's right. One chicken wing, with attached shoulder bones, partly gnawed.
I put it and the rest of the chicken carcass in the garbage can at once, but not before showing the nibbled wing to George, who rolled his eyes and sighed.
Emmie is still licking her lips. Mmmmm, chicken grease.