re: Man I love duck breast

I took a cat back to the humane society after it got after a steak once. My parents bought an older house, built back in the 30s or 40s, and it had a crawl space under part of it. We were having rodent problems, so my older sis decides to get a cat. Except she gets a kitten instead. That was the meanest little cat we've ever had. Claw you for no good reason. Hissed at his own shadow. But the last straw was that late Friday night he decided to eat my steak.

I had an away game during football season and when I got home around midnight my dad was still up, and we decided to eat. He gets everything out and cooks, and we sit down at the bar to start eating. I run to the back fridge to grab a drink and when I get back the thing was on the bar chowing down. I might have seen just how far a cat will go when you throw it out the back door. The next morning I tossed it in a pet carrier and drove it back to the humane society.