My littlest fren was hanging out on the back porch while I was getting some chikin to BBQ, I tossed out some small pieces of skin for it and now I have to watch out when I open the back door. I have two 'residents' that immediately begin to cry and fuss when they hear me knocking around the kitchen.


You would think I had opened up a soup kitchen/eatery with the way they carry on.........I did grab a thigh and sat on the stoop and shared....

So it really is my own fault.


God, it feels good to have SOMEONE appreciate my cooking/offerings!