Leave me alone!

Stop......

Sheesh, you act like you have never smelled BBQ before.

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I fed the frens earlier and decided to BBQ some chikin for dinner.:rolleyes:

When I open the back door it seems like there is at least two cats that appear. I make my way to the BBQ and turn it on-two cats.

I go inside and grab my chikin.

Out the door? Three cats.

I place the chikin on the grill and there are four cats pacing.

I go indoors and set the timer.

At the end of 8 minutes? I open the door to pandemonium.

I have cats at the door stoop, moving in 3D!

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They act as if they have never seen or smelled BBQ before!!

I am swarmed every time I get to the grill and serenaded by impatient vocalizations regarding the smell of cooking fowl on the grill!


MY CHIKIN has to be cooked, my outdoor friend don't care.

It's all a matter of taste?

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I got the meat off the grill and am now about to take that tasty, juicy, fatty skin off and -even tho my mouth waters as I cut up my share- I know that there will be a committee at the back door, waiting for their share of skin.

I reluctantly fix a plate for my little frens, remebering that they could not possibly fix themselves a dinner like this.

I love my cats and my thumbs?:eek:;)

RICHARD, on behalf of your frens, THANK YOU!

I don't blame them! BBQ chicken is one of my favorites. I would probably be pacing around the grill too. :D

BEGGERS! They're all beggers and they got you in their little paws. I can hear them talking to each other..

"HAY! Smell THAT? He fixing to cook something!"

"Well, we gotta lets him know were here so he can put e'nuff on so we can eat!"

"LOOK good guys, look sharp, be on your best beahvior and put on your most pitiful look and act HUNGRY!"

"Is this a good pitiful look? :("

"Yea, that'll get that hooman!"

Boy do they have YOU wrapped.

:love: Yup Richard the babies have you trained now for sure..

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Originally Posted by Laura's Babies

BEGGERS! They're all beggers and they got you in their little paws. I can hear them talking to each other..

"HAY! Smell THAT? He fixing to cook something!"

"Well, we gotta lets him know were here so he can put e'nuff on so we can eat!"

"LOOK good guys, look sharp, be on your best beahvior and put on your most pitiful look and act HUNGRY!"

"Is this a good pitiful look? :("

"Yea, that'll get that hooman!"

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Signed, sealed and delivered!:D

That reminds me of Shakespheares most famous speech in the Merchant of Venice.:love::love:
The quality of mercy is not strained, it falls like the gentle rain from Heaven.
It blesses both those who give and those who receive.:love::love:
Thats a graet kidness Richard that you are doing for those Cats , and it so good taht they know that in this Cold World, they have a Friend :love::love:
Bless these Porch Cats and those who stop and care:love::love:

"Uh, excuse me sir, do you have french fries with that?" :D:D

(thanks for sharing your chikin with those little angels:love:)

If we lived closer, I'd be sneakin in a few 'extra' frins for you to share your bbq with. ;) :love:

I started the grill, again, with a bottle of propane that was on it's last legs.

The timer was set for 10 minutes, after which time I would go out to swap bottles.


I open the door and catch the tail of the cat who is working it's way UNDER the grill to get some of the residue that has fallen out of the slits on the underside of the grill.

I panic and run over to keep him from getting burned.....the grill is cold-the gas had run out- his timing was purrfect!:)

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I can take visitors, but the inn is kinda full at the moment!:);)