I’m a cat, a very pretty kitty in fact, which means I am an excellent huntress and I know what tastes good and what doesn’t. I couldn’t write a liporexall review if I wanted too. Mostly ’cause I have no need for fat burners, hunting and playing keeps me in shape. Though how Isis stays in shape I’ll never understand. ANYWAY! I know what tastes good. Toads? Fun to play with but taste nasty. Lizards? They’re like fast food. Quick and easy but not very filling. Mice? Much better. Birds? Succulent and healthy. But pork and beef? Now that’s the catnip!

Mom adds some spices that make the sizzling meat smell even better. I can’t help but drool like dog as she browns the meat. *drools* I cants wait tills it’s ready to eat. She gave me a few pieces of the fat she trimmed off to tide me over for now.

She adds papas (err…that’s ‘nother word for potatoes), chili, and tomatoes to the mixture after the meats browned. Really, I think she could do without the chili, but the papas and tomatoes taste yummy too. Not as good as the pork chops, but good too. I like papas.

It’ll be ready soon!

She’s mean!

But I saw this picture teh other day and I thought it was funny.

I try to bring my mommy meals and presents too, but sometimes I don’t think I gets it right. A little while back I spent every hour camped out underneath mommy’s car waiting and watching for the birds that sit under the carport. It was a lot of effort and really hard to stay still too. I’m not that patient, but eventually I caught a plump birdie that I thought mommy might like.

Okay, yeah, I kept two others for myself, but I gave mommy the choicest bit. But you know what, even though she thanked me, and scratched my ears, brushed my furs, and told me how precious I was, I never actually saw her eat it.

Did mommy not like my gift? Maybe she prefers another kind of bird?