Sing this to the tune of "A Few of My Favorite Things."
Two cats and two dogs and four happy children.
Dust clouds, the laundry, the meat in the kitchen...
My husband's at work and I'm here all alone
No one will blame my ignoring the phone...
My elderly cat just absconded with a flank steak that was cooling on the counter.
He was halfway down the hall with it, all six pounds of him, when one of the dogs noticed he had something she might like and a skirmish ensued.
Here I thought the brown thing on the ground was the crap that got scared out of one of them.
Nope. It was part of dinner.
It would be alot easier to take this culinary thievery of the cats if they were after something that would help me out.
Like the brownies in the pan on the counter that Jane brought over.
"Delicious brownies" as Nolan refers to them.
Their siren call of chewy chocolatey goodness can be difficult to resist.
Should anyone wonder what happened to the brownies...
I'm pointing at the cat.