So I was in my room, in my new apartment, with both my wife and my baby. It was time to feed Mikey, and we were laying on the bed.

All of a sudden, we hear our new fancy-shmancy stove beep at us. But wait, we are all in the room – what the ?

Our new stove top is smart like Einstein. It knows when something inappropriate is on the stove. Strange, but true. Even if it isn’t hot, somehow the stove senses it (it’s one of those electric stoves with a completely flat top surface).

So my wife goes to check it out, and jokes that it’s the cat. What do you know, it WAS the cat. Whitey, you little Devil!

But why? Oh yeah… the pan of fried chicken that’s sitting open on the stove.

She shrieked.

And then after I inquired as to what had happened, she said:

“it WAS Whitey!”

“… and now he’s licking his chops!”

I cannot tell you how many times I’ve seen food out on the counter. Countless. And now all I can think about is how many times the damn cat was licking our food when we didn’t even know it.

Damn it!

I’ve told (asked)  them (wife and MIL) a “million times.” Don’t leave food out in the open, please. It’s a weird thing – the Ukrainians cook and then just leave the food, sitting there, cooling, cold, frozen, etc… In America, we generally cook and clean up not toooo long afterward, and store it in the fridge.

Anyhow, I want to strangle him — but after all — it’s really our fault. I’m just trying my best right now to not think too much about all the food that my cat has likely enjoyed before me. Ugh!!!