I have been here for an hour, YAWPING! I just can't stop. The more I yawp, the more I am getting attention. You see, it's Sunday and that means roast dinner. It all started yesterday really when Momma took out a forerib from the freezer. it had to defrost. I spent the entire day looking at it through the glass in the microwave. Now, I am here, on the edge of the cutlery box, looking into the oven and surveying all that is my domain. I know it will take a few more hours and all I want is a small morsel, anything. But nothing comes my way.
I shan't leave my post for fear of missing it all together. Faith is keeping me company right now, but she was a replacement for Gracie, but she got distracted, like kittens do. Nope, this is a vigil I will hold out on and maybe get me a taste a little later from a stolen lick in the dirty sink water or some such place. I don't care. When I drool i can taste the home reared moo cow with every slaver. There will be free range carrots and such for the veggies out there, but tell me, what carrot smells like beef?
KS =^..^=
I shan't leave my post for fear of missing it all together. Faith is keeping me company right now, but she was a replacement for Gracie, but she got distracted, like kittens do. Nope, this is a vigil I will hold out on and maybe get me a taste a little later from a stolen lick in the dirty sink water or some such place. I don't care. When I drool i can taste the home reared moo cow with every slaver. There will be free range carrots and such for the veggies out there, but tell me, what carrot smells like beef?
KS =^..^=
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