WILD GAME NIGHT

meat coma

My human hardly never knows what day it is but the 3 day weekend has her all sorts of screwed up. And I don't usually take advantage of her gimpiness... ok, sometimes I do. Whatever. But there was wild meat in the freezer and I didn't want to wait for it.

ME: we're still having Wild Game Night tonight, right?
HUMAN: it's not Wednesday. Is it?
ME: uh, yeah.
HUMAN: oh. Then I guess we are.

In case you missed it, Google helped me guilt my human into eating wild animals. It's supposed to make her feel better. Kinda like the liver, but less gross.

The store had all sorts of wild meats, but my human was kinda freaked out about eating something you only ever see on Animal Planet. So instead of coming home with something really cool, like camel or kangaroo, she got elk. I guess she met a bunch of elks back in some place called Colorado. They used to come down from the mountains in winter and scare the horses or something.

No idea.

But back to the meat. In case you never get to eat wild meat, it's not much different than regular meat. Elk looks a whole lot like cow, if you ask me. I was too busy swallowing to taste anything but I'm pretty sure it tasted like cow too.

My human didn't think you'd want to see the elk. I thought it'd be pretty lame to tell you all about Wild Game Wednesday and not show you a picture.

ME: you have to show the meat!

HUMAN: (silent)
ME: people want to see meat!
HUMAN: nobody wants to see a bunch of bloody meat.
ME: hello! people aren't the only ones reading this blog.

wild meat!

Of course I was right. I mean, just because I don't have thumbs doesn't mean I'm not a genius. Or at least more genius than a human with a gimpy brain.