I'm still on the diet, but I made an amendment. At the end of all-protein days, I get a cocktail.
There's some cucumber in there. Muddled with Pimm's I bought at Silverlake Wine. Lemon juice. Stevia instead of sugar.
I made a ghetto shaker with that blue plastic cup. The recipe called for fruits I did not have.
I improvised with an orange and some cucumber spears. I forgot the mint. Guess I'll have to make another.
Oh, and in the meanwhile, I was burning the shit out of some chicken sausage. Which is how we like it.
One for Peeshie, of course. Here's how I figure it: regular cat food is like terrible hot dogs. Fancy chicken sausages with spinach and fontina are probably more like fancy cat food than I know.
And here's what tonight looked like. Someone should recycle those fucking newspapers. (Zoom into area the sausages are pointing to see the hilariously embarrassing catalogue that arrived in my mailbox this week.)
Nevermind all that, here's what you really come here for.
What's up DJ Peeshie Mamani? This photo captures her wild hillbilly twitch that happens sometimes when she's alarmed, where half her face goes back. She's such a jumpy kitty.