On Tue, 27 Feb 2007 01:01:30 GMT, "Michael \"Dog3\" Lonergan"
> rummaged among random neurons and opined:

>Well Tara, I did one last night. I was roasting a whole chicken. I had
>put the giblets in a sauce pan to simmer and I was going to add them to the
>gravy later on. Unfortunately I forgot to turn the stove on or cover the
>pan containg the giblets. Apparently the cats smelled the giblets and
>dragged them clear across the counter (I could see the blood trail) and
>onto the floor. I suppose either the cats or the dog ate the giblets
>because not a piece of organ meat was to be found. Interestingly enough,
>they left the neck piece lying on the countertop and just absconded with
>the liver, heart and gizzard. The little cannibals

Michael, I hate to confess, but this is one of the reasons why I hate
cats. Not cats in general, just don't want 'em in my house. You can
train a dog not to snag something off a counter, but you can't train a
cat. You also can't train a cat to keep off kitchen counters or any
other surface that you don't want germ-ified. I'm sure your cats are
sweet li'l critters, but I just hate cats in a house.

Terry Pulliam Burd

--
"If the soup had been as hot as the claret, if the claret had been as
old as the bird, and if the bird's breasts had been as full as the
waitress's, it would have been a very good dinner."

-- Duncan Hines

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