Yesterday afternoon, I pulled some chicken from the freezer and left it on my counter to defrost. I had planned on using it for dinner, but a friend of mine came over and instead of eating dinner, we drank it. In the form of wine. Anyway, I left the chicken on the counter with every intention of putting in the refrigerator.
I finally walked downstairs to go to bed about 2:00 a.m. and was getting ready to take Rocky out when I suddenly heard something fall in the kitchen. I went to check it out and right before I walked in the kitchen I saw Liza, my roommates cat. I picked her up and took her back upstairs and didn't give it much more thought. I took Rock out and went to bed.
Fast forward to this morning, when I walk into the kitchen. I look around to see what Liza might have knocked over and that's when I see the package of chicken upside down on the floor. When I pick it up, I realize that it's been opened and one of the breasts has little bites taken out of it.
I could only stare and think, "Damn. Now there are two of them."
She's like a little Rocky in training.
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