A Grrl and her Grill

Heh.
In our house, I am the mistress of the grill. Tonight was a beautiful night, so I just HAD to fire up my grill, and share it with you all. :)



Chicken sausage, anyone? I LOVE this stuff. Of course, this isn't ANY chicken sausage, but Lemon Herb chicken sausage. My cat, Hobbes, prefers her chicken plain. She smelled these cooking, yelled and howled for one, then turned up her nose when I gave her a piece.
Fickle little beast. ;)

So here they are on the grill. That aluminum foil blob on the upper shelf is ciabatta garlic bread. I have HORRIBLE garlic breath now, but it was so worth it. :)

The fickle beast herself. Here we find Hobbes in one of her rare moments where she actually lets me take a picture. Doesn't she look lovely in her little bow tie?
Hobbes just turned 18 this year, which is about 90 years old in human years. If I'm half as spry as she is when I'm 90, I'll be quite happy.