Olivia Wigglebothum is in charge of dinner tonight. I heard her yodeling, chirping, and rustling around in the kitchen so something good must be happening. (If you have children/cats, you know perfectly well that nothing good is happening when there is either complete silence or sounds you don’t recognize.)
The mighty hunter has captured a package (totally empty don’t worry) of mushroom raviolis from Trader Joes. She has good taste. I wonder if she plans a cream sauce or just straight olive oil and herbs.
Any chef knows that a key element to a cat prepared meal is the breaking of the neck. The potential meal’s neck, not the cat’s.
These raviolis are ready to go! Dinner is served.