Sunday, February 20, 2011
Mom, we finished the rib roast today. What's next on the menu?
Karen Jo: It's time for chicken again, but I haven't decided what to do with it yet. Maybe I will do something in the crock pot.
You mean you are going to put chicken in the crock pot and leave it on all night, tantalizing my poor nose for hours on end?
Karen Jo: That's a distinct possibility.
Don't be surprised if I get you up at oh-dark-thirty for breakfast then.
Karen Jo: I won't. I don't really mind getting up early to get your breakfast when you are really hungry.
What's all that noise been about all day?
Karen Jo: We have been having a bit of a windstorm. The gusts were supposed to get up to forty miles an hour and I believe it. I had quite a tailwind coming home.
I hope you don't have any wind coming out of your tail.
Karen Jo: Herman! I finished up the lima beans with the roast and will switch to Brussels sprouts with the chicken. Tomorrow is hamburger day, though. Shall I have beans with it?
No! It was funny when we got up this morning, though.
Karen Jo: You mean when we both pooted at the same time as I was getting out of bed? We looked at each other for a minute, then both abandoned the bedroom as quickly as possible.
That's what I meant. I am glad that you finally got me some Feline Greenies again.
Karen Jo: Just what you needed, more treats. Ah, I love giving you treats after I get home from work and get out of my work clothes and into my PJs and start to relax. You purr as I give them to you and sometimes you reach up and pat my face with your paw, as if to tell me how much you appreciate them. I have some bad news for you.
Karen Jo: It's only two more weeks until your wellness exam. You need to work on keeping your bum cleaner, or I am going to have to give you a good wash before you go. How would you like to be dunked in the bathtub?
NO!!! Anything but that. I can't even stand the thought of being wet all over. Let's take this by stages, shall we?
Karen Jo: OK, I will try to get the smaller bits out with your brush, but I will need some cooperation from you, or I will have to hold you still while I do it.
Me, cooperate with a butt brushing? Are you crazy? I can see that this is going to be quite a project.