A bit out to the tom.

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I'll bet that cat has never had a still warm nice chunk of pork roast.  He has now.  I didn't go in, to frighten him out.  Though, perhaps, he was till gone from when I changed the waterers.  Who knows.  Hopefully he gets back in time to enjoy that while it is still warm.  If he would probably like it no matter what else.

I really didn't want to go out.  It's cold out there, dark.  And, yet, I wanted to do a small good deed.  My guess is he takes care of a lot of mice.  A little bit of generosity toward him, may help him keep doing that.  I'd like to at least let him know that he is welcome and appreciated.

The pork was quite good.  Sam ate her share, and the tom got a good chunk.  Plus, when all said and cooked, it was down to less than nine ounces.  Yes, it shrunk a good bit.  Still plenty of fat in it though.  Even cut down as much, probably about seven ounces in my stomach at most, it was quite filling.  Too filling.

I have tomorrow set up for... much less.  Then again, after measurements were adjusted (without taking out for what was fed to the cats), I am three hundred and more calories shy today.  Ugh.  Well see how things go.  But that really is as much as I can eat.  Initially it was great, but now it is just too much... after only a few days.  All good.  If it still amazes me how much, when scheduled, I really need to eat, or even can eat.