I cooked a lobster tail once, and our big alpha tomcat decided that he was just going to take it from me, right off my plate. I was more than willing to share, but he had other plans.
He had NEVER tried to steal anything before, he just really couldn’t resist the smell of that lobster.
I cooked a lobster tail once, and our big alpha tomcat decided that he was just going to take it from me, right off my plate. I was more than willing to share, but he had other plans.
He had NEVER tried to steal anything before, he just really couldn’t resist the smell of that lobster.
So what kind of violin did you make from him?
Not my Jake, he was a varmint, but we loved him. He took his job protecting us very seriously. But that lobster just smelled toooo good. I get it.