
Gracie: This is me napping AFTER the 3 helpings of rotisserie chicken and yes, I look like a drunken sailor but I’m comfortable.
Hi folks! Gracie here. This was rotisserie chicken week. Yay! The peep brought home two juicy birds to rip apart and share.
I was doing my mid-morning, after breakfast nap when I smelled the aroma. Perked my nose right up. My stomach rumbled like an old Ford roadster. (Never mind how I know that!)
I got up to help. The peep decided to eat lunch first. Seriously? There is a starving cat and you need to have lunch? Have you checked your scale lately?
The male peep had a chicken leg for lunch. (This is important for later.)
Anyhow I did what I do best. I intertwined between her legs while she was deboning. She likes that. She says funny words when I do it. It’s some new language. She gave me a taste. Woman! I be starving and you give me one helping? I needs me a leg to gnaw.
After much ado, she gave me a second and third serving telling me my belly would explode. Poof!
I had another nap and dreamed of feathers and angels. It was wonderful. The peep said I snored. Cats don’t snore. We emit tiny little peeps of happiness (but only after rotisserie chicken).
Now it was suppertime. I’m ready for more chicken but there was a problem. The peep got her credit card bill and there was a rogue charge that she had to check out.
I said feed me first. She ignored that. While she was on the phone trying to sort it all out, she heard a bang. She ignored it until there was a commotion. I dumped the trash and pulled out the male peep’s chicken leg from lunch (they shouldn’t have let it in there anyway) and was running around the house with it. There were three cats chasing me. It was fun but the peep had a weird look on her face. Maybe she needs a face lift.
While she was talking to the person on the phone, she grabbed my chicken leg, put it in the trash and put the can on the counter so I couldn’t reach it. I haven’t seen her multi-task like that since forever!
She finished her phone call and fed us all. She was talking about inappropriate behavior. Did the woman forget we are cats? We don’t listen (except to come for food or treats). I think she forgot who is in charge. Perhaps a psych evaluation is required.
The good news is that I will have my cat food spiked with rotisserie chicken for the next month. Next week is Chewy week so there will be another adventure. Life here is good.
Oh Gracie – what a week! Rotisserie chicken, fun with your peeps and the other cats – sounds pretty amazing! The peeps are so lucky to have you there to share the fun with them 🙂
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That’s what I tell them! They are lucky to have me!
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Very true!
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Dear Gracie – true story here. When I was a kid, probably around your age, I was bugging Mom while she was on the phone and she said “I’m on the phone Linda – don’t interrupt Mommy.” I kept it up and Mom hung up and it wasn’t pretty. I never interrupted her again. 🙂 But the Peep shouldn’t have made you wait … so yes, I’d have gone for the chicken leg remnants too. I mean a girl’s gotta eat, right?
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Right!
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I hope that questionable charge wasn’t for a truckload of rotisserie chicken you may have accidentally ordered. Just think how boring the Peep’s life would be without you cats to keep it interesting.
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No it was something stupid she did but she could fix it. Sadly, it wasn’t rotisserie chicken.
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I know just how Gracie feels when my Italian neighbor’s latest feast wafts in the hallway. I love her remark about…have you weighed yourself lately. Honestly Gracie. You’d think you were raised by a Kardasian rather than a Crimmins. 🙂
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Gracie: I am get feisty when I’m hungry!
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Me too.
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🙂
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Life is good indeed 🤣 thanks for sharing ring your antics Gracie!
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👍
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Ah, Gracie. You are living like royalty, aren’t you? Enjoy!
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I am royalty!
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Hi, Gracie – I hope that The Peep thanks you appropriately for all of the adventures you provide! ❤
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Yes and for making her blog interesting!
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I’m glad it was a great day for cats, but it sounds like your day wasn’t, if you had a rogue credit card charge. I hope that worked out ok.
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It did work out. I did something stupid (surprise, surprise) and I was able to fix it.
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I sure wish you had a video of 3 cats and the peep chasing you for a chicken leg. 🙂 Have a nice weekend.
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The peep was on the phone although she’s never good at catching “interesting” cat moments!
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Wow, you have a good life. Have a good weekend and enjoy your chicken.
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Thanks! Sending purrs.
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I enjoy these witty posts. Remember . . . goldfish! 😉
Have a nice long weekend.
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🙂 Yes, goldfish!
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I agree – your Peep should feed you first. No wonder you went for the chicken leg in the trash. What a scene! Pure chaos.
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It was fun! Gave the peep an opportunity to practice her new language.
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Yes, my cat does not appreciate my veggie life! Though she likes baked potato with cheese on them and mashed potatoes.
The dogs eat anything!
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Dogs will eat anything. Gracie is very picky. She eats one flavor of Fancy Feast spiked with rotisserie chicken or kibble and that’s it.
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Rotisserie chicken week? My cats hate being stuck with vegetarians…
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Vegetarian? No wonderful smell of rotisserie chicken? Poor kitties.
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Gracie, yes life is good there! This was kinda the Gracie edition. We got to hear about you, which is nice. You are usually typing about the other Sassy Cats. You were the featured Sassy Cat today 🙂
It is not hard for me to visualize the chaos there… you running with a chicken leg in your mouth and everyBODY else right behind you! Enjoy your Friday with the other Sassy Cats and your Peeps!
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Yes, it’s a good day. The peep gave me a lot of food and I even ate the Fancy Feast too! Taking a bath, then I’ll have a nice nap. Gorgeous day here!
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Crazy, you are in chargeable!
I dictated that. It should read, “Gracie, you are incorrigible!”
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Yes I am!
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How often does Rôtisserie Chicken Week come around? Is it every month?
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Maybe every 6 to 8 weeks. Since the peeps eat it too, it appears when the peep doesn’t want to cook!
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Cats rule the world. Try not to get hurt.
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We do! If only the bipeds would listen better.
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Awwww! I guess watching birds and squirrels in the warm window sunlight is exhausting!
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Very. We have two outdoor cats next door and I have to keep track of them. They can get into trouble with the chipmunks and birds.
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I had a cat in my old neighborhood that managed to catch a squirrel and, while running down the alley with a squirrel at least half its size in its mouth, had another squirrel chasing after the cat.
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Aww…trying to save his friend! My Jake used to chase squirrels but wasn’t fast enough to worry about.
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The sweetest squirrel-cat episode was when my neighbor’s very old Siamese kitty girl chased an elderly squirrel that came around my backyard for years for the peanuts. The reached the bottom of the tree and the squirrel looked down at the cat and the cat looked up at the squirrel, both looking confused that they still were doing this at their old age! After a short time with nothing happening between them, they parted their ways.
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❤️
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Aww, Gracie…you do look a bit intoxicated. Only cute. At least you didn’t slur your purrs. Happy Friday.
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I do look like I had some tequila, don’t I?
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Only thing missing might be some lime wedges. 😉
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I prefer mine with sardines.
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It’s great how you liven up everyone’s lives with your trash panda impersonation, Gracie! All bones here have to go into the outside trashcans immediately–if a dog doesn’t get them, a cat will.
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That’s a bad rule. Our peeps mostly do that but the male peep forgot that the trash doesn’t go out until after dinner.
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Male peeps be like that.
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Oh yeah. Lady peep put the carcass in the freezer so the garage wouldn’t stick until garbage day. I like the smell.
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I never read this blog to the cats here. They don’t know about feeding cats people food and it’s going to stay that way.
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Wise woman. I regret the day I introduced Gracie to rotisserie chicken. She wasn’t eating and I hoped to entice her. It worked so well that it’s sometimes hard to get her to eat cat food.
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Gracie you finally got some rotisserie chicken – good for you! I can almost see you flying around the house with a chicken leg in your mouth fleeing from the jealous lunges your housemates attempted to assault you with! Nice that you can count on chicken for the next couple of months – life is fraught with so many unknowns but the chickens supply there is NOT one of those for now! WOO HOO!
Hugs, Teddy
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It was an exciting day! I ate a lot of rot chicken yesterday. When she buys it, I get a whole meal of it instead of a sprinkle on my cat food.
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Always knew my cats were thinking, just didn’t know how amusing.
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Different personalities, different conversations.
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Hope none of your cats is responsible for that rogue charge.
I’ve heard tell of pets ordering from Chewy without full authorization. A purr-fect example of inappropriate behavior by pets with deaf ears.
Just saying.
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Not Chewy but not oddly, it was a pet rescue organization. All is resolved.
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Gracie, I think you were a dog in a previous life. Your food focus is hilarious.
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I only have eyes for rotisserie chicken. The peep says I’m a weird eater. Sometimes I’ll eat 2 cans of Fancy Feast and somedays I will only eat a bite.
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Oh, Miss Gracie! What an exciting life you lead. I think you need a video crew to follow you around, especially on rotisserie chicken day or chewy day. Your peep could make a fortune and provide you with a deboned rotisserie chicken to nosh on all day until your tummy was totally full!
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I’m going to research that on the internet. The peep has started to put a cover on the keyboard. It may be because I barfed on it once. She also used words from that foreign language. She said it was hard to clean.
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Borrow her phone. I’m sure she won’t mind that at all as they are easier to clean. Sort of.
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The peep says no.
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