Cats in a French Kitchen
The Cat(s) That Got The Cream and Then Some...
Unbelievable! Bet you wish you were in my paws. Can you guess what I am up to? I am doing something most food bloggers only dream about. What would you give to swap with me?
We are trying to find out what they are having for dinner. We are sure someone mentioned Gigot D'Agneau, but we can't find it anywhere. Can you help us out?
What's up with the sink? It hasn't got any food in it!
Why are we waiting?
Aaargh! Get me away from the washing up.
So that's what the humans are eating tonight. It's not fair. Why can't we join in?
Hmmph. We only get to lick the empty dish? Well, it's better than nothing I suppose. If only I didn't have so many brothers and sisters. Garlicky lamb juice is better when it's not shared!
Now which of these plates has the most cheese crumbs on it?
Ah! This one does.
PS. I am not really the type to take part in Weekend Cat Blogging, a food bloggers non-food event about cats. But when I was in France I met an awful lot of cats, some of whom I photographed in the kitchen, eating, which more than qualifies them for a spot on the pages of this blog. When I heard that Clare, from Eatstuff, the founder of Weekend Cat Blogging, had suffered an unfortunate incident that landed her in hospital for a week, I promised Farmgirl I would take part in a special edition of WBW designed to send Clare get better wishes. But, then, last weekend, when the post was due, we had our own little Parisian hospital drama to contend with and I wasn't able to send Clare her virtual cat good wishes as I'd planned. This weekend Clare is back on the mend, back at home and back hosting the event. So I hope Clare will accept my entry as a rather late good-luck card dedicated towards her ongoing recovery.