WOT NO ROAST:-
It is totally unbelievable that yet another Sunday where there is no Roast in the oven, as soon as the Orb makes it's appearance, then there is all sorts of strange food being concocted and today it was the choice of home made burgers. OK so it's still meat, but the cooking time is over and done with and I don't get a chance to wake from my morning slumber to the long lasting aromas of something bigger. Nope, they don't even make the oven, they are laid out unceremoniously on the griddle and flipped this way and that, put on a plate and devoured without a thought for my Feline digestive system needing it's fix.
Then to top it all off, they had salad... YAWP! How is a cat to enjoy his Sunday when lunch is over in a jiffy. By the time the condiments came out, I was dancing across the floor in anticipation of some burger and by the time they sat at the table I was whisked off it to make room for plates. Well, of course, we are not meant to be on the table during dinner, but if you sit still and don't steal, you get to stay and you are occasionally mistaken for the pepper grinder, but that gets a bit much after the first time of having your head screwed off!
Well, I am with the relish; I relish the thought of eating their burgers, I relish the challenge of stealing their burgers by extending my neck like a turtle and I relish the fact that I could if I really wanted to... but I don't relish the slapped arse!
KS =^..^=
It is totally unbelievable that yet another Sunday where there is no Roast in the oven, as soon as the Orb makes it's appearance, then there is all sorts of strange food being concocted and today it was the choice of home made burgers. OK so it's still meat, but the cooking time is over and done with and I don't get a chance to wake from my morning slumber to the long lasting aromas of something bigger. Nope, they don't even make the oven, they are laid out unceremoniously on the griddle and flipped this way and that, put on a plate and devoured without a thought for my Feline digestive system needing it's fix.
Then to top it all off, they had salad... YAWP! How is a cat to enjoy his Sunday when lunch is over in a jiffy. By the time the condiments came out, I was dancing across the floor in anticipation of some burger and by the time they sat at the table I was whisked off it to make room for plates. Well, of course, we are not meant to be on the table during dinner, but if you sit still and don't steal, you get to stay and you are occasionally mistaken for the pepper grinder, but that gets a bit much after the first time of having your head screwed off!
Well, I am with the relish; I relish the thought of eating their burgers, I relish the challenge of stealing their burgers by extending my neck like a turtle and I relish the fact that I could if I really wanted to... but I don't relish the slapped arse!
KS =^..^=
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