What does cougar taste like?

Margaret was nice enough to let elizabeth and kit guest blog for her!
Let us set the scene; it is saturday morning really early and our hero (Kit) wearily gets out of bed at 4:45 am. A time that has yet to be utlized in this blog when waking up. He drives down to beautiful Sister bay, and arrives at the fire station. Meanwhile back at maison de Ned our queen (Elizabeth) is suffering from a restless sleep dreaming of grad school. Back at the fire station Kit is loading ears of corn into a trailer that is hitched to a bobcat. He drives said bobcat down the empty streets of Sister Bay, and is spied upon by a shifty eyed swedish chef at Al Johnson's swedish restaurant. The day moves forward the pancake breakfast was a huge success; corn and brats cooking on the grill, dixieland jazz playing, everything was culminating into the big finish of the day, the fireworks show. Kit, Elizabeth, and Ned stood at the marina staring out over the bay excited for the oncoming show. The national anthem sounded from the speakers bringing on the begining of the fireworks. To the horror of everyone the fireworks show was set to patriotic music sung by a barbershop quartet, turning what would have been one of best shows ever seen in door county into a specticle best seen on a tv in an old folks home on pbs.
So Elizabeth and I head out to the bowl to try and drink away the echoes of crap. We both start out with vodka tonics and run into Simon, Sara, Freddie (the swedish chef), and Jeremy at the bar. I finish my drink before Elizabeth and order a jim beam and coke, then I see my friend Freddie surrounded by a cougar hunting party that just roamed off the streets. One of the cougars breaks away from the pride and is clearly intoxicated. She moves over to Elizabeth and I and starts talking about her children and her recent divorce and how she is still on good terms with the father, both of us share knowing looks and are supportive of her then plan our escape. Elizabeth ducks out for the bathroom leaving me to slam my drink so I can use the feeble excuse of going to get another. We then leave Freddie to fend for himself, and head off to Husbys. Husbys is charging at the door so Elizabeth and I duck into the kitchen entrance ala goodfellas I speak some spanish to the guys in the kitchen and walk right into the bar. We nod to the bartender and get are drinks right away to the disapointment of the huddled masses standing at the bar. We listen to the hippie bluegrass jam band and after I get my drink knocked out of my hand we head back to the bowl. We find Freddie still fending off the cougars. Simon is being subjected to the same story we got earlier from the divorcee. We walk up to him and get the nod to go, and hop in his work mini van and get driven home by Sara his sober driving wife. At home I enjoy a excellent braunscweiger sandwich, and Elizabeth settles for turkey. Then we head off to bed, but not after texting Freddie with the question " what does cougar taste like?"