To celebrate Amethyst’s excellent surgery outcome and welcome her home, tonight’s dinner was Filet Mignon, sweet potato fries, kale slaw, and my not-sour dough bread. I didn’t take any photos, but I figure we all know what a tenderloin steak looks like anyway.
We both donated a bit to be minced for Miss Autumn, but she’s mad at me and won’t come out of the downstairs bathroom to eat it. Ain’t that something? She’s likely the only cat in all of Colorado who would get beef tenderloin for her supper, and she’ll have none of it. Screwy little six and a half pounds of cat.
Enough of my prattling. Be well, friends and neighbors!