Last night was bin night as the bins are collected on a Wednesday morning. So we do the usual trawl round to make sure that everything is out that should be out, check the fridge and generally lighten the house a bit. The bin fills up pretty quickly. Last night we had chicken so I picked the bones (not really happy with the chicken, but it was okay, definitely didn't want stock from the remains though) and put the bones in a plastic bag with a good slug of vinegar. Because it was in the evening the bag got put in the bin quite near the top, but I thought it would be okay because it really was a generous slug of vinegar.
This morning the garden was a charnel house of bones strewn everywhere. Once small chicken generated a lot of remains, there were bits all over. According to Nice Mrs Next Door, their cat Oscar, the one that digs up darling father's flowers, the one that is entirely black and apparently still growing, the one that usually specialises in rats on the step, is the likely candidate. Especially as he likes vinegar.
How can a cat like vinegar? Evil cat will lick Olbas Oil from fingers, so I suppose anything is possible, especially if it involves being evil. So my normal method of protecting bones won't work. As Oscar is also fond of curry (I didn't even question this), pepper is probably no good either. I shall try a squirt of lemon next time and failing that I shall be digging out my bottle of household ammonia.
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