Shared some leftover quackity-quack with the kitties. Not a lot (it’s so fatty, and feline livers and pancreasasas are so delicate) but enough to put a greasy smile on both their faces.
There’s something so very satisfying about picking at a carcass. Although I mostly just inhaled the rest of the N.O.T.s that had soaked up all that ducky goodness.
Wanna stop by my “gratitude/count your blessings” thread?
Cuz the bastard is sinking like a stone, which is deeeeepressing.