Here’s the cute little kitty that stalks around my neighborhood. I actually saw it the day that I made the lemon garlic chicken, and I was eating it on the porch and let this little girl munch on the bones. She was a fan.
When I was getting out of my car, I saw her tail dancing by the porch. Unfortunately, I didn’t have any meat to feed her since I just got back. So I gave her the only think in my house that I thought a cat might like: Hollandaise sauce. It went over well; she ate a spoon and a half.
I also gave her some milk, which I thought might just be a misconception, but she drank a whole bowl of it with fervor. She looks like a beanie baby my sister had called “Boots.”
Ok, enough about cats.