Nothing like a little cat for dinner

Today I was cooking some ground beef for dinner and Ty came over. Here's how the conversation went....

Ty: "Mom, what are you cooking?"

Me: "Some meat for dinner." (It came from a tube package, so he was a bit worried.)

Ty: "What kind of meat?"

Me: "Just ground beef, but once it's cooked it'll look better. It's like what we use for meatballs."

Ty: "But what does it come from"

(My brother-in-law hunts and so Ty has been fascinated with which animal is which meat)

I tried to lay low and act like it was no big deal.

Me: "A cow" (I said it quickly so he wouldn't make any judgements)

He didn't say anything and when I looked over he looked like he was trying to control his gag reflex.

Me: "Ok?"

Ty: (Trying to be brave) "Ok, so ground beef from a cat, ok."

I tried so hard not to laugh, but couldn't help it.

Me: "Oh, not a cat! A cow!"

I've never seen him so reassured before. I promised that we'd never eat cat (let's hope we never have lows that low) and gave him a hug and showed him, since it was finished, what normal cow ground beef looked like.

I think we'll laugh about that one for a while.

If you want a good taco soup recipe that is 100% cat free, go HERE.