The Family Cats: #02

Whenever I used to cook mince for pasta sauce, a cat would appear. Kipper was the most on to it with figuring out that me cooking mince in the kitchen would often result in it getting a few precious morsels of half-cooked beef. Bob, however, never quite got it but was usually moseying around the kitchen at some point during the cooking process. I found it quite useful; if a piece of mince was flung out of the pan due to careless spatula work, I could put it on the floor to be cleaned up. And maybe some pieces of mince might have made their way out of the pan on purpose. Who knows.

It's sad cooking mince now. I seem to have made careless spatula work a habit over the years. No noisy Kipper or clueless Bob around to clean up after any pieces of carelessly spilled beef.