We’re doing Thanksgiving at our house this year – our usual routine is to go to my aunt’s, but she’s had an emergency in her family, so we dropped back, punted, and John’s brining a turkey this very minute.
As the household baker, I am in charge of pies. Mom and I powered through pumpkin and had the apple in the oven, when I came in to see Dash on the counter and this:
Dead. Cat. Walking.
You wouldn’t think he was evil, to look at him:
Anyway, there’s another pie in the oven. Happy Thanksgiving to my American friends, and happy Thursday to the rest of the world.
Hmmm, someone will have to be paw-printed. Very eclectic taste for a cat, although my Weegee was quite fond of avocade.
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LOL The family I visited had two cats, but one was mostly afraid of us and the other just wanted pets. I did put my yarn away when we went to eat.
You didn’t actually string him up by his toes? What self-restraint.
After reading your blog post I carefully covered my pies and put them in the back of the car, for safety.
Hope you had a lovely holiday.
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Share and share alike, I always say. He leaves you a fresh mouse at the foot of your bed; he deserves his own slice of pumpkin pie!