Buster and his Pork Lovin' Fury

Buster Cat, you are almost 8 months old. You are a very small cat. How can you lift a frozen, 4-lb pork roast out of a sink full of hot water?

Now, I know that I cannot trust the cat when it comes to thawing meat on the counter. I can't even trust him to leave the groceries alone when I unload the car. You know how you make trips back and forth from your kitchen to your car when you get home from the store? I have to make sure to put all meat and/or meat products directly into the fridge or freezer. I can't even set them on the counter until I'm finished unloading. The last time I did that, I found a pound of hamburger meat demolished underneath the Christmas tree. And a banana stuck in the baby gate, but that's not meat. I guess he was just feeling extra feisty that day. He also REALLY loves pizza and scrambled eggs. I cooked a pizza the other day and found a slice under the kitchen table, half eaten. Okay, now I'm getting off the subject. Anyway, I needed to thaw this pork roast, so I put it in the sink and completely--COMPLETELY--covered it in hot water. Surely the cat won't mess with it if it's fully submerged. Ha! What a fool I am. He managed to somehow get it up and out of the sink onto the kitchen floor. Not once, but twice. The second time, a big hole busted in the shrink wrap, and pork blood splattered everywhere. Curse you, demon kitty!!! So, down on my hands and knees I went, to clean and disinfect. Luckily, the roast was fine. Stupid cat. It was nearly thawed by this time, so I stuck it on a plate and put it in the fridge. The only place food can be safe.

Did I mention that I had to move the loaf of bread from the cabinet to the top of the fridge? He doesn't know it's there. Yet. I'm sure when he figures it out, I'll be finding a new hiding place. My bedroom will probably become a friggin' pantry, for Pete's sake.

Well, the pork roast turned out to be carne adobada, which is a Mexican roast, or bbq pork. Delicious. I served it on homemade corn tortillas, along with a couple of wedges of key lime. Mighty nice. I had to lock the cat up while shredding the pork. No amount of squirting that cat will keep him away. He even snuck out when I took the trash out. I thought he'd regret it, since it's cold, icy, and snowy outside. Nope. He had fun bird watching. He did eventually ask to come inside, and I obliged.

I have figured out a way to safely thaw meat now. I put it in the sink , and cover the sink with 2 cookie sheets. I cannot believe I'm trying to match wits with a kitten.