Our Terrible Cat, Onion, Felled a Chicken. Again.

Dammit, Onion. I was going to eat that.

I had squeezed fresh lemon on that feta-stuffed chicken. I love fresh lemon. I love feta.

Although now that you've put your litterbox feet and claws all over it and dragged it across the hardwood, I'm just not as excited about eating it.

Have at it, my good man. I think you've proved that you're more keen on chicken than I am, anyway, especially since you raised your paw to fight me but then accidentally slapped me with the chicken breast you'd dug your claws into.

Cats: you can't live with 'em, but their parasitic mind control technique makes it seem like a good idea, even after they steal your supper.