Afrikanse infection und katzen.
"We are Siamese if you don't please."
And in that case, you katzen won't have issues with a three egg fried omlette, where you curved-wok fry three eggs until mostly solid and then add the rest, a good wide sliced half hand of miatake. My spell check claims that kind of mushroom should be spelled mistake. A whole tomato, sliced in more or less lazy randomness. A quarter tin of cabbage kimchi, spiced until it's nearly as dangerous as gnawing on fresh habenero. Once the egg is more or less solid, crank the heat and cook the rest of this stuff in for maybe forty seconds, including the juice from the kimchi.
Get three lavash tortillas about 14 inches in diameter, extra thin, spread some mayo in the center, and toss in an egg's worth of yum in the middle with equivalent volume per egg capita of the rest of the goodness. Flipping well eat until you're so happy you could have a cat spring fully formed from your forehead just so you have someone to share the meal with. Check that - a cat who likes hot stuff. Inflicting this amount of spice on a less tolerant cat would get you gutted.
Mein katzen nicht... something, something. Bloody lost my German again. Kisa the cat and Sam the cat are glaring at me, muttering under their breath about fadder dis und fadder dat, und mein foch, ist ein (einen?) schnitzer.
Augh. My brain.
And in that case, you katzen won't have issues with a three egg fried omlette, where you curved-wok fry three eggs until mostly solid and then add the rest, a good wide sliced half hand of miatake. My spell check claims that kind of mushroom should be spelled mistake. A whole tomato, sliced in more or less lazy randomness. A quarter tin of cabbage kimchi, spiced until it's nearly as dangerous as gnawing on fresh habenero. Once the egg is more or less solid, crank the heat and cook the rest of this stuff in for maybe forty seconds, including the juice from the kimchi.
Get three lavash tortillas about 14 inches in diameter, extra thin, spread some mayo in the center, and toss in an egg's worth of yum in the middle with equivalent volume per egg capita of the rest of the goodness. Flipping well eat until you're so happy you could have a cat spring fully formed from your forehead just so you have someone to share the meal with. Check that - a cat who likes hot stuff. Inflicting this amount of spice on a less tolerant cat would get you gutted.
Mein katzen nicht... something, something. Bloody lost my German again. Kisa the cat and Sam the cat are glaring at me, muttering under their breath about fadder dis und fadder dat, und mein foch, ist ein (einen?) schnitzer.
Augh. My brain.