The Parentals have been waiting for months for a special phone call to say 'the meat is ready' You may have noticed that there has been nothing but piggy and very odd meals in the last month, well, that is at an end... Mr Butcher rang and said that the Charolais beef was indeed ready to be sold and they proudly carried home a few steaks and a forerib. As soon as I smelt it, I was drooling. This was on Friday and I have had to live with the fact it has been in the fridge all that time, wrapped in brown paper (with my name on it!). Today is going to be it's cooking day and I shall make myself available to be stepped on, head butted and pushed away. It is my duty to be everywhere at once and make the Parentals job of cooking my forerib just the way I like it, very difficult. I know the day will en-tone with 'Oh Slinky...' but I don't mind being stepped on a few times to get what I want! They say that Meteorology is the study of the atmosphere, well, I can tell you that the atmosphere here today is electric. All of a sudden both Women are yelling, even though Faith had just stopped and Momma is recovering the cat posts which they can't stop rubbing them selves on, Faith and Lillibet - not Momma! There is racing and jumping and bonkers behaviour and I for one am not joining in, well apart from the odd prance out of their way. Nope, it's not for me all this whizzing about, I might miss my meat moment.
So, because I like to Orb Worship and weather watch and meat watch - does that mean I am a Meteorologist or a Meat-eorologist? I shall take a nap and think about it.