It’s a glorious peach sunset here, one of those sky blue pink affairs, in the aftermath of the latest rain (most of the day,) and they say it’s going to be blue and scattered cloudy tomorrow, before snow sets in for the weekend—and Jane and I are going to take it easy a day: the two figures Jane wants to use in her plan to continue the Gate of Ivrel graphic one day have arrived—she’s virtuously refused to open them until Thanksgiving—and it’s just time to take a day and relax.
We’ll probably be online, on and off, so to speak—and we hope you have as nice a day (and coming weekend) as we intend to! We’ve laid in a supply of cream pie, pumpkin pie, we have ham, we have sweet potatoes and squash, and we are just going to indulge—just for a day or so.
Unleash the cranberry sauce!
How much in dressings and sauce to avert the Turkey Apocalypse?
Or maybe that’s backwards. Too much extra goodies, and you create the Turkey Apocalypse?
I guess the Turkey Apocalypse went on the menu today. Heheh.
Ranch or Caesar?
I am afraid I may have spoiled Zorro and Smartypants: they got the meat picked off the turkey neck and the giblets that were simmered for gravy yesterday. Smartypants just passed through this a.m., but Zorro gave me such a sorrowful look when I put out her normal breakfast: What, no warm turkey?
Imagine if you’d given her fine fish. She’d want more. Even if you gave her turkey this morning, nice and warm, with gravy, you’d get that sad look the next day. “What, we are not amused. We wish turkey!” LOL. They are consistent, even in avarice. 🙂 hmm, and I’d want a different cut, but if someone served me a fine dinner (or breakfast) I’d be quite pleased too. Hah, I think Zorro and Smartypants will forgive you this slight. 😉
My two (quite domestic) are funny about *not* usually wanting human food. Except if I’m actively eating, and then they think I should share, even if I know they wouldn’t want it if I gave it to them.
How they can be so good at human psychology is a wonder.
It’s research. They are trying to figure out if there’s anything there they may like. And since they can never be sure that you haven’t managed to make SOME of that stuff suddenly tasty, they have to check Every. Single. Time.
Ah…..research cats….they join the ranks of helper cats and copy cats!
Definitely research cats. Glad they’re not (quite) fat cats.
I wonder where they’re hiding their goggles and lab coats?
And clipboards!
AFAIK, Zorro may be hiding her research materials on the roof. DH came home the other day and said “I had to get a ladder and get Zorro off the roof.” o_O Herself had managed to jump from an overhanging branch to our roof, then was meowing pitiably at DH to get her down. Getting onto the roof is apparently cake; getting OFF, not so much. I wedged a board between a tree I’ve seen her climb and the carport roof; we’ll see if she is clever enough to figure out the egress route.