Then I woke up this morning, rolled over and saw that Evie was passed out on the keyboard and her various little kitty bits had deleted the entire post and replaced it with:
And because blogger autosaves your work every other minute (bless its heart), that is what's here to stay. And I'm already late for work. So, I leave you with the following:
1.) I am going to buy a Bobby Flay cookbook, pick out the most delicious recipe in it, put the charcoal on, whip up a light, citrus-based marinade and grill that god damn cat until she is medium/medium-rare.
2.) I just got the following email from my dad: