Posted by Loulou on Mar 20, 2014 | 0 comments

Waiting for a sucker…

Well, mama sent me this photo of Barney, the cat who lives at her brother and sister-in-law’s place in Texas and I see right away that that is one no-good kitty, sitting there staring in the window just waiting for a sucker to give her some kibble!!! She has all the mice and lizards and RATTLESNAKES in the world to play with so why doesn’t she just go out in the yard and DO that?

And then there is that no-good doggie, Cookie, about whom I have written before and probably will again. Just check this out:

That Cookie is actually cleaning the dishes in the dishwasher!!! In that house, they don’t even have to run it, I’ll bet, because shitsus can pretty well clean up anything lost, stolen or strayed in the kitchen and this one does it in spades.

But, seriously, folks, what I am interested in more than these %#^!!* stand-ins for ME is the barbequed brisket and CAT FISH served at Tonya’s Our House barbeque truck located in the front yard of the Copper Cactus, in historic Old Ingram Loop, Ingram, Texas.  Mama says she hasn’t tasted barbeque like that for a gazillion years when her daddy first made a grill and smoker out of an oil drum, and that the—-pardon the expression—CAT fish, was some of the best she’s ever had. Tonya doesn’t have a website yet, but she is worth a detour, mama says. That lady knows how to COOK! So why wasn’t I there?

Sign behind Tonya: This is NOT Burger King. You don’t get it your way–you get it MY way. Or you don’t GET the damned thing!

TONYA the Barbeque Queen

Brisket ready for the tacos

But that bad kitty, Barney, has wormed HER (yes, she’s a she) way into mama’s brother’s heart by lying on the ground and showing her tummy and asking to be rubbed and admired and so her brother does both.  And she flops on her back right on the button at 6pm because she KNOWS what happens then…duh.

But I’m still back on this cat fish thing:  I thought cat fish was TUNA!!!