worst household job EVER
I just got finished scraping/scratching/scrubbing the brown, baked-on greasy freckles off the inside of oven door, all of the oven racks, the burner guards and all of the other million oven/stove peripherals that make my range the wonderful apparatus that it is. And I am here to tell you that from this day forward, any cooking I do around here will take place in the backyard over a small campfire.
(Lyrics to Summer's Here by James Taylor.)
Cully has been brought out of retirement just for our sweet friend Abbey, because she likes to feed him steak! Cully says "Thanks for the grrrrreat steak, Abbey! Yum yum! Purrr..."