The woman gave me kangaroo for lunch and wondered why I left almost all of it. If she must keep fresh meat in the frig why can’t she remember to let it warm up to room temperature at least? I cannot abide chilled food. Her memory is going.
I enjoy a snack of fresh kangaroo every week or so, she used to get me more but I started upchucking and that didn’t go down too well with her visitors.
I think I will go and finish the rest of the meat. It’s bound to be less chilly now after a few hours in the warm kitchen. Tomorrow I’m sure to get nothing but polenta.
Oh, Vladimir, my M&M’s had a seventeen year old black cat with a metal plate in her back leg too! Her name was Sheba and she was a beautiful cat.
Purrs, Sukie X
Kangaroo? Really? What’s that like?