Cat Follies

Grace had (to steal a phrase from DCup) poo-berries on her ass today. Fortunately, it was a small crop that could be dealt with by the use of baby-wipes, followed by a water-soaked paper towel and a dry one.

I cooked a whole chicken last night. George was in pig heaven; Jake had some and Gracie couldn't be bothered. My mistake afterwards was leaving it on the counter to cool before I de-boned the carcass, for George jumped up onto the counter and helped himself. He was licking the skin of the chicken, which I removed and trashed.

I made a sandwich to take into work. I used processed turkey from the deli counter of the supermarket. Jake and George were right there for their share but after last night's fresh chicken, George turned up his nose at sliced turkey. It takes so little time for those cats to become spoiled.

And so, another week begins...