Sunday, July 23, 2006
Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus ... Cats are from UPS
We got a special delivery from the hot-n-sexy guy in the big, brown UPS panel truck. Mom ordered a special cooking vessel to fix our favorite white meat ... Pork. I don't understand why Sheba doesn't make a catfood paté in pork flavor ... It would sell out in seconds. The Feline-Americans and I LOVE pork. We love carnitas. We love bacon. We love barbequed pork from the Chinese take-out place (Fudgie loves pork so much that Mom calls him "Bob Cute Pork" ... I just think that he has good taste!). We'll even eat the ham that comes in the plastic baggies from the deli.
Anyway, the barbecue device is a Crock Pot barbeque machine that allows Mom to put some pork inside when she leaves in the morning and then have dinner ready to go when she returns. Little does she know that we skulk around the kitchen sniffing the aroma of the cooking pork like the "whisker sharks" that we are. She'd get really irritated if she knew that we were sitting on the counter ... watching. Mom calls us "whisker sharks" because we circle her legs en masse with our tails sticking straight up like shark's fins when we think that there's a chance for a tidbit or three. I used to think that it was because of the feeding frenzy that ensued whenever she yelled "snack!" or "can!". Silly me ...
Most of us were thrilled with the new purchase ... except Charmee and Sparky Fuzzypants. You can tell from the photo that Sparky was interested in examining his buns and Charmee claimed the box. Charmee's such a dunderhead. Food was imminent, but he wanted to play "box boy." That's okay, Charmee ... You just stay in your box while I enjoy your share of the porky goodness. MMMMMmmmmm ... I smell BACON!
Dictated by Toffee K. Ripple Fuzzypants & Feline American Angels at 4:49:00 PM