Sunday, February 26, 2006

And further entertainment came later that evening. Returning home we bought some BBQ chicken to have for dinner. We enjoyed our evening repast immensely, and sojourned to the computer room to check email.

Who should so proudly stride into the room with the remains of a quarter of a BBQ chicken firmly grasped in his mouth but Houston the Wonder Cat, miaowing triumphantly as if to say;

"look at how clever and loyal I am! I caught a BBQ chicken for you!"

I laughed so hard I barely had the heart to take it off him. Maybe next time he'll catch a bottle of beer out of the fridge for me.


At 11:08 pm, Anonymous THERESE said...

OMG!!! Go Houston, the mighty hunter...

At 12:57 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said...


maybe while hes at it he can mow the lawn and do tyhe ironing too


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