It's been awhile since the smell of cooking has awakened my senses. It's been all left overs and 'eating from the freezer' since Xmas. I think the Parentals over indulged over the festive season and they were fed up with the whole 'roasted anything'!
But, it seems we are in for a treat today, I spotted a happy chicken laying on the floor of the fridge, he is a Leicester Black Leg, quite the bird. He is bald, just like me and with, funnily enough, black legs... just like me! Heck... I had better get a jiggle on, I don't want to be mistaken for the roast!
I shall keep an eye on the bird, he is soon to be trussed up and thrown into the depths of the oven and the light is now not working at all in there it's hard to see through the glass, so watching it bubble and brown from the safe distance of the cat post is not an option, this is going to take stealth and wit to get me anywhere near that chook. If Lillibet didn't feel so groggy after her vaccinations I could have enlisted her help. Faith, of course is up for most things these days and she has the 'cute factor' and can distract the Parentals bu arching her back and walking on tippy toes around the 'other end of the kitchen', squeaking as she goes to draw their undivided attentions as I make my way to the oven to peer deep into it's belly and check out my chooks progress.
I am a patient cat, I don't have to YAWP as loudly as I have in the past, I have learned (for now) that silence gets you so much more in rewards than screaming at the oven door and tripping up the parentals. It gets you a smidgen of pure white chicken to savour. I am indeed part of the Stealth Food Team and Faith is my ally. She is turning into a food connoisseur, proved irrevocably by Simon the Vet, who said she was looking a little 'tubby'! It's all this food tasting I tell you! Faith, of course, hasn't spoken to anyone since she was deemed 'rotund' and hasn't noticed the removal of such delicacies from her diet!
KS =^..^=
But, it seems we are in for a treat today, I spotted a happy chicken laying on the floor of the fridge, he is a Leicester Black Leg, quite the bird. He is bald, just like me and with, funnily enough, black legs... just like me! Heck... I had better get a jiggle on, I don't want to be mistaken for the roast!
I shall keep an eye on the bird, he is soon to be trussed up and thrown into the depths of the oven and the light is now not working at all in there it's hard to see through the glass, so watching it bubble and brown from the safe distance of the cat post is not an option, this is going to take stealth and wit to get me anywhere near that chook. If Lillibet didn't feel so groggy after her vaccinations I could have enlisted her help. Faith, of course is up for most things these days and she has the 'cute factor' and can distract the Parentals bu arching her back and walking on tippy toes around the 'other end of the kitchen', squeaking as she goes to draw their undivided attentions as I make my way to the oven to peer deep into it's belly and check out my chooks progress.
I am a patient cat, I don't have to YAWP as loudly as I have in the past, I have learned (for now) that silence gets you so much more in rewards than screaming at the oven door and tripping up the parentals. It gets you a smidgen of pure white chicken to savour. I am indeed part of the Stealth Food Team and Faith is my ally. She is turning into a food connoisseur, proved irrevocably by Simon the Vet, who said she was looking a little 'tubby'! It's all this food tasting I tell you! Faith, of course, hasn't spoken to anyone since she was deemed 'rotund' and hasn't noticed the removal of such delicacies from her diet!
KS =^..^=
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