We made beef chalupas for supper last night. I was in the kitchen preparing the picadillo – ground beef with spices, crushed walnuts, pepitas, sultanas, and currants. The kittens, now adolescent cats, were in the kitchen staring up at the refrigerator. Susan popped open a can of wet cat food thinking that if she fed them, they would leave and not be underfoot. She was right, of course.
We set the table and constructed our chalupas there – a toasted tortilla layered with beans, then a light layer of picadillo, then guacamole, then Pico de Gallo, and finally shredded cheddar and jack cheese. We had a nice meal.
The kittens spend a lot of time in the garage. Not only are their litter boxes there, but there is so much hoarded stuff in there that it is almost as interesting as the world outside. They have a pet door from the kitchen to the garage, of course.
Later, I was watching the most recent episode of Halo when the kittens came bounding into the living room. They had hunted a medium-sized Palmetto bug, water bug, aka Texas roach. They brought it into the living room and proceeded to torment it. I sprayed the bug with pet safe Zevo, and they just watched as the bug was overcome by the terpenes in the spray. Maia, the fuzzy one, lost interest in the roach’s death throes, and headed for the kitchen. Momentarily, she returned with a gift.
Maia had gone into the garage and found me a larger, juicier roach – bigger than the first one. Her mouth was full of flailing chitinous appendages. Kedi joined her as they chased the roach around and under the living room furniture.
I think they were making an offering for my dessert; we are all part of one Pride, after all.