I threw that horrific tofudibeest roast thingy in the human female’s shopping cart, knowing that she probably wouldn’t serve it for the Yule feast, but relishing the thrill of danger because there was always the chance that she’d call my bluff and serve up that abomination.
Fortunately, Sigyn and I may have been spared such a fate, for behold! A Mysterious Package has arrived!
“Perishable” on a box at the human female’s work usually means oozy, woozy microbes, but on a house package, it often means EDIBLES. And if I remember correctly, the humans received a box from this vendor last year, and it had the most amazing ham in it–so this is very promising!
Insulated foam container. Lots of green air pillows.
Very, very promising!
Oh, Sigyn, look! It’s a carnivore’s treasure trove!
Is there ham? Is there ham?
Well, pork chops and BACON are just as good!
Mmmm. Canadian bacon, smoked beef, weiners, and summer sausage.
Farewell, tofurky! New plan: We warm this all up, have ourselves a proper gorge, and curl up in a carnivorous stupor.
This is shaping up into a very fine Yule indeed!