Posted by on Jan 26, 2020 | 24 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well, all I can say is that mama is cruel and malicious, cutting up carrots  and celery and sweet onions to add to the bones from a BIG FREE-RANGE CHICKEN she brought home from the market!  Whatever free-range is…

I think it’s something like this: I visit a chicken farm and all the poor birdies  are in cages and miserable.  Then I visit another one and they are all outside,  pecking away at whatever chickens peck at and running around liked crazed weasels, having the time of their lives and scratching away at the chicken yard in a sort of salsa step.  In fact chickens are  probably good dancers, if you stop to think about it.

Okay, don’t stop.

But back to basics.  Simmering chicken broth could drive a kitty (and papa) NUTS! PAZZO!  OVER THE EDGE! COO-COO!

 

Mama, please put lid on that soup so I can’t  sniff  it!  But when it’s done and cooled a  bit, I’m going to dive in and swim around.

Uh, oh, papa’s putting on his bathing suit, too…hope there’s room for  both of  us…

But it IS a big bowl!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

OH, DARN! I just found out that I can’t have any!  Oh, evil, sadistic mama...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Okay, okay, I did get some chicken before this dastardly deed was done.

BUT NOT ENOUGH!