Since one of my New Year's resolutions was to cook a good dinner every night (except Friday, Saturday and Sunday), I decided today to make my chicken noodle soup. The hub has been down with a cold and my 12 year old loves soup. The teenager eats what he wants, when he wants anyway, so I hardly ever let him influence my suppers, grin. It began snowing (very rare for these parts) this afternoon, so it was a perfect way to be warm and cozy. Little did I know that everyone in the family, and everything in the family, would enjoy it so much. When I heard the shouting coming from the kitchen a minute ago, it didn't take long for me to realize that it was the end of my soup being for human consumption. Bev, the little piggy cat that she is, decided to stick her paw in the pot and remove whatever may come out, whether it be a noodle, a piece of chicken or veggie. The other cats waited on the floor while she dug for the goods. Oh well, guess CNS is good for the animals as well. Rootie the dog will enjoy her dinner tonight. (She's always the only one left out when the cats get together to sabotage some type of food, cooked or uncooked.) C'est la vie.
And, just to prove what a "Miss Piggy" Bev really is, here is an earlier photo of her IN the dog-food bin eating. We've since rigged the closet door with a rubber band so she can't open it and gorge herself!!
1 comment:
girl, post the recipe!
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