Lately, I’ve taken to teasing my wife’s cats by mentioning all the delicious dishes I could make using them. It’s as simply as replacing the word “chicken” with “kitten”:
Kitten Noodle Soup
Kitten Pot Pie
Kitten Cacciatore
Oven Roasted Kitten w/Boiled New Potatoes
Kung Pao Kitten
etc.
This seems to alarm and disturb them - although they have not tried to kill me in my sleep... yet.
How could you miss “kitty fricassee”?!
FELK . . . the other other white meat.