Dooks all!
 
I got brave last night and tried making some chicken gravy.  (Not exactly
Bob's recipe, but close.  Thanks Sandi for the ideas.) Well, my coffee
grinder (which hasn't been used for coffee in years) made quick work of the
kibble, the chicken is on the stove cooking--and I can't find the bottom
(motor) of my blender!!!  <G> 10:30 at night and I call my mom to borrow
hers, no problem!  (Got a dirty look when I walked in the door, but so
what?  Furkids first!) Get to grinding, minus bones--don't want to kill
mom's blender--kibble goes in, and who comes running?  Not the ferts, the
cat!  Harriett got the first taste, and gobbled it up no problem.  Next
came Lightning, *gulp, gulp* and his is gone.  Thunder, PeaPie and Tubbs
(also known as Tub o' Lard) were a completely different matter.  They got
a small syringe full whether they wanted it or not (and they didn't).
All this time, the cat is trying to kill me by tripping me.  Fill up the
syringe again and offer it that way.  Not happening.  Dribble it on the
floor and lick, it's gone.  Baby wound up getting a couple of syringes
full on his kitty kibble.  I think he ate the bowl!  Or else he got so
enthusiastic licking it, it's behind the washer now...
 
Just a little something to brighten everyone's day!
 
Blessings and healing thoughts to the sick and angeled fuzzies (and
humans).
 
Tammy & the Crew War Dance Haven
 
Trying to explain ferret math to a non-ferret owner is like trying to
explain physics to a 3 year old.
[Posted in FML issue 3335]