Sharing Thanksgiving bounty with friends has been an annual ritual at our house. The tantalizing aroma of turkey roasting in the oven, coupled with the scent of the candied sweet potatoes baking, and the extra stuffing along with scrumptious apple pie is something to which we look forward at this time of the year. Apparently, however, “The Grinch who Stole Christmas” decided that Thanksgiving was the time to pay us an unexpected visit and he stole ourThanksgiving right from under our anticipatory noses.
Not only did he dishearten my husband and me, but by doing his dirty work, the Grinch did a super job of disappointing both our kitties. Aki and Edgar Allen Poe were both counting on enjoying their special treats: pieces of luscious, juicy turkey, and to indulge their favorite treat; gnawing on a delightful chunk of raw turkey neck.
A few days ago we suspected that something within our refrigerator was amiss. The carefully wrapped items in the fridge stored in containers or wrapped up tightly began to feel warmer than they should have. Additionally, the frozen food in the freezer section began to feel softer than normal, warning us that things were starting to thaw. We quickly lowered the refrigerator and freezer temperatures; but alas to no avail. All the contents in our big, beautiful refrigerator were slowly turning into a soggy mush.
We phoned our repair company immediately, but the Grinch had already foiled a timely technician service call. It wouldn’t be available for five more days. Making it even worse was when the technician finally did arrive he only gave the sleeping refrigerator a perfunctory exam. Thanks to the Grinch, the technician was unable to assure us that the parts were even in stock which was necessary to get the darned thing awakened.
Aki gazed up at me, and with a quizzical expression on his face asked, “Is it true that Thanksgiving is passing us by this year?” Trying to console him, I explained that we had to wait for the parts. Aki retorted, “He mustn’t really give a darn, ‘cause he woulda had them already and brought them back to replace the broken piece. When he returns, I might just bite his ankle, and if I find the Grinch, he better watch out! I guess cats just ain’t that important.” He then uttered a huge sigh.
But what broke my heart into pieces was when I found Edgar Allen Poe crouched down on the coffee table, sobbing. He first mewed at me very softly and then, choking back his tears, he uttered, “I am so sorry about this mommy Cat. If it helps, I will gladly give you and Daddy Cat a can of my turkey cat food.” Poe’s generous offer touched me deeply.
Even though the Grinch stole our Thanksgiving, we feel so blessed with two loving kitties that we adore and who greatly return our feelings. Although there will be no roast turkey on our dining table this year, we have much to be thankful for.
Aki, Edgar Allen Poe, Marty and I wish you and your kitties a blessed Thanksgiving Day.