Turkey Day WrapUp

Mom got through the day very well with all her preparation. We saw REAL wild turkeys outside in the neighbor's yard.

While the fam waited for the food to cook, I napped in my kitty condo all day long. Mom moved my tent and my foods, but it didn't matter. I stayed in the kitty condo until everybody went home.

The foods were very good, but I don't like turkey, so it was wasted on me.

Mr Big and PlusOne don't eat turkey, so Mom cooked them Chick-hen. And Plus One is very fussy about his mashed potatoes, so Mom made him a batch without green herbie things in it. She says next year he's gonna have to man up and just eat the stuff.

Everybody brought their own plastic containers to take the leftovers away, and that made Mom feel good. She's not a big fan of leftovers.

I got what I wanted (BEEF) and I was happy. Mom went to bed very tired.

On Friday it was very warm (60F and sunny) for the last weekend in November. Mom cleaned up the last of the turkey day dishes (mostly the glasses and serving stuff) and then put the table back to normal. She went outside and blew some leaves around and filled five bags full of leaves and junk, then she went food hunting. She's been sacked out on the couch ever since.

Have I told you lately how glad I am to be a cat?

Wordless Wednesday

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Tuxie Tuesday

Mom is continuing to get ready for Turkey Day. Last night she did a bit of puttering around the house, and then she sat down at the tippy tappy lapbox and made a plan.

and this is just the first page!

I think the best part about Turkey Day is that Mom will be home with me for three whole days afterwards!  And that after Turkey Day comes Christymas!!

Lead Up to Turkey Day

Mom has been food hunting. She brought home bags of potatoes, carrots, oranges, parsnips, sweet potatoes, apples and lemons.

She went to three different food stores. She bought wine, cheese, crackers and homemade sausage at one store.

She bought fresh horseradish, fresh herbs and two kinds of small onions at another store. She went to the liquor store. She went to the home stuff store for tiny glasses.

 Mom has also been washing stuff.  She took all the serving dishes out, and put them all through a trip in the dishwasher.

The glasses also made a trip through the dishwasher.  (So did the quilt on the table, too, even though I had worked so hard to cover it with my furs.)

The serving utensils have been located, and washed and set aside.

The big pots (one for potatoes on the left, the one for the big bird is on the right) have come out of the shed, and been washed and are ready to go.

Stock (for gravy) has been made.

Homemade bread has been baked.

Recipes have been printed.

The buffet layout has been determined.

I have been very busy snoopervising. It's a tough job, but I've been keeping up.

I do need an occasional nap to keep up my strength.

Formerly Feral Friday

Sometimes I have to do all kinds of things to get Mom's attention. Taking a bath on the dining room table is one of them. She's got turkey on the brain, and a whole long list of things to do before the big day next week. We're having eight beans come visit, and naturally Mom is pulling out all the stops.

Have I told you lately how glad I am to be a cat?

Wordless Wednesday

Two Cat Tuesday

These are my fur-cousins, Obi-wan (the Ginger boy in front) and Yoda (the tabby washing his 'tocks) on the quilt Mom just sent to Mr Karate and Rubylocks. Mom made the yellow quilt too, way back in 2009.

Millie Monday

I'm just looking out the window. That's all.

Solidarité

Fanatic Friday

Mom drove up to her favorite quilt shop last night and had her Chicken quilt appraised. It turns out it's worth more than four and a half times what my bionic leg is. Crazy.

Mom brought home this fabric, of paint-by-numbers horsies. SHE thinks it's the cat's meow.

Somebody is a fanatic, and it sure isn't ME!

Wordless Wednesday

Mom took this photo with her new iPhone6s.

Tuxie Tuesday

Mom has been having trouble with her gmail account on her new iphone. She doesn't get her mail as easily as she used to and it doesn't seem to like sending photos. It works better when Mom tries it on the ipad, but Mom says it is a PITA.

At any rate, I am fine. It is colder out, and the leaves have fallen from the trees, so they are nekkid. Mom filled eleven big lawn and leaf bags full of leaves on Saturday and she still has to blow them out of the front yard. Her shoulder and arm are a bit sore from lugging the big leaf blower around.  So when she got home from day hunting yesterday, she sat down and read a book.  The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry.

Mom said it was delightful.

Saturday Caturday

The tent is as good a place for a baff as any other place.

Mom will be blowing leaves, and working to put her garden to bed today.

Foggy Friday

It has been unusually warm here the last few days. There is heavy fog here this morning, and Mom will have to be extra careful on the drive to her day-hunting gig.

Mom says there is a very famous poem about fog and cats, by Carl Sandburg:

The fog comes

on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

I am like the fog.

Thursday Testing

I've been very busy the last couple of days performing Quality Assurance Tests on Mom's quilts.  This one passes with flying colors. Which is a good thing,  because it has lots of BRIGHT colors and it will soon be FLYING across the US of A to give comfort to a young woman who has been fighting Cancer.

Cancer sucks. I wanna beat cancer. For everybuddy.

Tuxie Tuesday

Yes, I'm in my tent.  Where else did you think I would be?

Easy Like Sunday

When Mom eats at the dining room table, 

I always try to get some scritches,

Mom is always generous.

Ohh... that feels SO good!

Formerly Feral Friday

Sometimes I have to resort to drastic measures to get Mom's attention. Last night she came home from day hunting almost two hours LATE.  She had been shopping. She bought shoes and pants and a red leather jacket.

Then she stayed up late watching my pals, the guys named Pat, wallop the Fins. And she channel surfed to watch Project Runway at the same time. I was practically ignored.

So this morning I let Mom know how I felt by taking a bath on the dining room table. A kitty [me] can get away with this if it was a feral. Otherwise I suppose it shows bad manners.

And this is about as close as I am going to get, displaying my 'tocks in Tocktober.

Happy Friday, pals!

Truthful Thursday

Mom got her hair cut. She cut about 3" (7.62 cm) off. That's a lot (for me, anyway). Mom wanted it even shorter.  She thinks it is funny that it is so curly on the back. The whole time she was growing up her hair was very straight. When she got to be 40, it started getting curly.

Go figure.

Me? I'm still napping in the tent, and Megan, I DO MOVE!

Wordless Wednesday

Tuxie Tuesday

While I was doing this on Saturday,

Mom was on the roof of our house. She sealed the skylights and made sure the vents were sealed up too. She cleared the leaves out of the gutters and added some silicone to keep the gutter stuck to the house. She is hoping to prevent this:

The giant icicles hanging from the gutter outside.  It would help if the winter isn't as cold and we don't get as much snow.

We are hoping.

Millie Monday

Mom walks into the kitchen and sees me sitting here, meowing at the cabinets. Today she opened them so I could look inside. I think something is in there, but Mom can't see. She bought some stuff to try to get critters to go away, but I still meow at the cupboards.

Mom knows I did this last year, but she thought it was because I could smell the woofie who lived in this house before we did.

We shall see.

Easy Like Sunday

Yup, this is what I am doing today. Napping in my tent.

And it's what I was doing on Thursday, Friday and Saturday.

Mom was sewing, and I was napping in the tent.

So now you're all caught up with what I was doing last week.

Wordless Wednesday

Tuxie's Tent Tuesday

Mom set up my tent in the living room.  I guess she thought I might want a cozy place to nap.

I checked it out quite thoroughly.

I sniffed all around.

Then I walked away. I could give it a much better inspection when nobody was watching me. Mom hasn't seen me near it since.


Heh.


Until she got up at oh-dark-middle-of-the-night and wondered where I was napping.

In the tent.

Bast! I hate when she catches me like that!

Oh well. The tent is a great spot and -maybe- she'll get a picture of me in the tent so you can see.



Or not.