Yesterday I really wanted a chop. Such a juicy, delicious turkey chop. With a subtle smell of smoke and spice aromas. I ran home in an embrace with a chop and dreamed only of her. Now I’m going to put it in the pan, and then I’ll chew it up! I’ll also cut a salad of vegetables, with sour cream. And crispy baguette! Oh yeeees!
She ran home.
— Saaash!! Put on the pan! Urgent!!! — She screamed from the threshold.
Sasha jumped out of the bathroom.
-What happened?!
-Here! I solemnly handed him the box of steaks. — Want!
-OK.
He shrugged and went into the kitchen. And I went to change.
— Urruuuuuuuuuu!! Meowowaaaa! — The cat yelled in the kitchen.
I got angry.
Harmful Skizi never demands food from Sasha, and he does not always remember himself! So both two are sitting hungry until I come home! Sits, I suppose, by an empty bowl and screams!
— Skizi!! — I went into the kitchen.
-Moooow!
It was terrible! The frying pan sizzled and spat oil in all directions. My steak lay lonely in its box. And the cat was hiding from the shelling under the lid and was cursing with might and main on the frying pan. The lid was a little loose, and the cat had a hard time. But to leave, having been defeated by some frying pan?! This is definitely not about Skizi!
This time everything turned out to be fair. Sasha got a scolding, the cat got his own pate, and I got the long-awaited chop)))) After all, it’s not every day that the cat defends the house!)))