Good morning world.
Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home, in Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, Canada.
The grandchildren were visiting the other day.
They got to have some treats.
Well, human treats.
They are so forgetful.
They want to play with their toys and they will put their treats down on the floor.
Anything that hits the floor is mine.
Much like yesterday.
Tonya insisted that the roast that the Big Guy was cooking, wasn't done. FYI, it was done. But when she cut into it, she said it was bloody.
It's not bloody. The butcher makes sure that there is no blood left when they are butchering the animal.
What it is, is mostly fat, water and myoglobin. This is is a protein that causes the red coloring in meat.
But you really can't tell Tonya that it isn't blood. She will just see the red and loose her mind.
The roast was very well done, after she put it back in the oven. The Big Guy made a gravy so that it wasn't so dry.
I got to have the bone that was in the roast.
Honestly, I couldn't give a shit if the roast was rare or cooked super well done and shoe leather. I wanted some.
Of course, I only needed to stare at Tonya for her to scrape the plate into my food dish.
Your blast from the past
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Bye bye fur now
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