Back in the house, failing to nudge two sleepy cats from the warm spot by the fire... it was time to set the table, prepare our feast.
Cats are versatile creatures... going anyplace, jumping on anything, doing whatever pleases them... and these two did!
My beautiful turkey! Left in repose on the kitchen table, it had been neatly halved... to the bone... one whole side was gone... including drumstick... not a crumb out of place. |
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I should have known... contented cats, no meowing... stretching, cleaning greasy paws. My first turkey... savored by cats!
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What would Julia Child have done? We were hungry. We turned the empty side of the turkey away from us, sat down and ate the other half.
The irony of it all, and it is Tomie's fault... after multi visits, we now live in Vermont.
I've roasted many a turkey since then.
I never stopped liking cats.
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But, I no longer enjoy William Warfield singing "Ole Man River."
Cyndy Szekeres, classmate |
