Chopping Cats

Every week, He fixes salad for His lunch. He fixes sandwiches, too.  Ever since She first knew Him, She couldn't imagine eating a week-old sandwich or salad. I guess humans have strong feelings about things like that.  She tried to talk him out of it, but it is what He likes, so She says as long as She doesn't have to eat it, let Him do what He likes. Here's the problem. Now that He has His thumb in a big bandage, He can't chop up the stuff for His salads. Well, Kate, Kasey and I don't have thumbs, either, so guess who had to do the chopping. Did you guess Her? Then you are right. We know She used to be an excellent cook, so it should not be too hard for her, especially with three cats watching. Since She can't stand very long, She fixed a place at the table with that big plastic kind of thing, and He brought over the vegetables. Here is what She cut up. Onion, hot pepper, regular pepper, carrots, cucumber, celery, tomatoes and lettuce. Then the kind of white cheese went in, and then They mixed together some liquids in a bottle and poured it all together. Lucky They have an enormous bowl. He used His good hand to mix it all together, and She put it into glass jars. All He has to do is to reach in the refrigerator and take a  jar out each day. She is so knackered right now. Kate, Kasey and I are laughing. It is funny when you know there are two things about cooking that She doesn't like - now or ever. One is peeling things, and the other is chopping things. Ha ha ha. So long for now.