I YAWPED all afternoon yesterday until Momma gave me the very small wingtips of the chook. Then I YAWPED all day today whilst it cooked. I didn't think it fair really, Momma cut off it's wings and running bits when she knew there wouldn't be so many for lunch, which in reality, I thought was highly unfair! I figured we all might share in the wonderment of piripiri chicken without the piripiri?
Well, actually, for a rare time, Faith, Gracie and I sat along side Momma at lunchtime and enjoyed the very inner part of the virgin breast. Quite a way to share among friends. Even J1 got in on the act. He enjoyed copious amounts of it too. He really loves chook as much as I do, but he doesn't need a pink tray afterwards. Whilst the CatWomen eat a good amount, really all I get is the odd bit of chook string thrown my way - it did end up being thrown too, I bit Momma by accident. I knew when I bit down it was attached as a swipe across my lughole confirmed I should let go!
I don't know about you GrandMewMew but my lughole is now ringing out the tune of "Sia - Swing from the chandelier." No, wait, I am laying on Momma's phone!