When I was grocery shopping yesterday, I broke down and got one of those roast chickens, and last night I pretty much carcassed the bird. I put the remains in a plastic bag with the intent of tossing it outside, but in the heat of the sleepy, pretty much forgot.
Thump.
Thump tha-bump.
Apparently, cats really like chicken.
Really, really like chicken.
Even the old cat who can't actually jump up on the counter anymore.
I moved the bag outside where the smell wont drive her nuts anymore, but now she's pawing at my legs, gentle but insistent.
