Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for September 14, 2018

Muffin is contemplating Leg of Horace for dinner.

Give her a muffin.

By the size of her, she’s not been dissatisfied with much lately.

Looks like somebody’s taking lesson in being high-maintenance. But as WoodEye pointed out, that probably won’t last long.

Horace has reached the conclusion that Muffin will have to hunt her own dinner from now on.

Admittedly it does not look very appetizing. But Muffin, did you have to splash an original Mme. Deuxcouleur?

Horace is gonna be mighty sorry come dawn, the cold mice selection will occupy the left corner of his bed!

That’s putting it mildly!

I dunno…. Horace is a big guy… and his hands look pretty strong.

He’s secure enough to wear a pink apron without apology….

and he just might ask Muffin if she’d rather be tonight’s selection.

Someones thinking “I’ll cut your heart out with a spoon.”

It does bring out the artistic side of Muffin.

Cats!: They can be so snooty sometimes.

This meal must be particularly bad, as usually Muffin just tries to bury it.

Good morning Sheriff.

Ballard Street is always kind of funny. Today it took me by surprise and made me, as a cat owner, really laugh out loud.

Even a back view of Muffin shows she’s not a cat to be trifled with.

He just realized. That was the soup entree for the wife’s soirée going on right now. The Tender Vittles is the center piece of the soirée. The cat noticed…..will they???xD. Quietly he walks back into the kitchen.

“If you don’t like Fancy Feast, there’s a whole big field full of mice out back.”

Rough’n Stuffin’ Muffin. McGuffin?

Bad kitty. Bad.

Couldn’t you just have sniffed of it and walked away, Muffin?

Muffin is about to find out how her ancestors procured their food.

Nice apron, Horace. Pink suits you, dude.

This explains why I feed my cat dry food.