Mama made homemade chicken soup last night for dinner. She cooked the guts for Bucky and me. She asked that I be delicate in case some of you are squeamish (like she is). I like to call as I see it, and heart, liver and kidney qualify as guts in my book.
In case you're wondering, Simba doesn't like any kind of food but cat kibble. He's actually a little scared of real meat. Hee hee. What a wimp.