Crash!

 

Crash!

This morning there was a metallic crash, followed by the unmistakable whistle indicating that the fridge door was open. In the kitchen, I found the carving dish on the floor, with the chicken carcase a little way from it. Four animals were taking it in turns to sample the flesh.

It’s amazing how much meat they can strip from a cooked chicken in a couple of minutes. They were so disappointed when I took their unexpected treat away from them. Fortunately, they had not had long enough to reach the bones. Cooked bones splinter very easily and can cause fatal damage to a dog or cat’s innards. Foxes suffer from eating splintered bones, too, though I suppose they are at more immediate danger from traffic.

We normally have enough meat for three meals from one chicken, and then it is cooked in the pressure cooker for about three hours, until the bones are soft enough to be mashed. All the goodness from the meat and bone marrow creates a delicious broth. This time, we’ve had one meal and the dogs have probably got the equivalent of two, with much of the ‘jelly’ lasting for several more days to treat the cats.

We have a lock on the fridge door so how did the chicken end up on the floor?  Who was responsible? And why? And how?

This is where I hang my head in shame and admit that I forgot to lock the door. 😳 Jellicoe’s insulin is kept in the fridge and I must have been distracted after I replaced it. Jellicoe is keenly aware of the contents of the fridge and is extremely fond of cooked chicken. He hooks his paw into the gap between door and inner and pulls, and hey presto! Chicken for one, or in this case, four.

It is a shame, but never a waste. It just means that this week the dogs will have a larger than usual share of the chicken. They won’t protest and neither will I, as I’m not very keen on chicken. Barry? He never complains. 😣

I suggested carving off the chewed parts – he wouldn’t have noticed, if I’d done it without asking, I’m sure. I could have made a chicken curry! He declined my offer.

We will have to find something different to accompany the salad tonight. We won’t starve.