Happy B-day, Ali-Baby!!!
In honor of your birthday, I’ll tell a story. OK, so I was gonna post this anyway, but it’s the thought that counts, right? hush!
It’s interesting how in retrospect we realize we made an error in judgement. When you have little kids, every unusual sound you hear sends you running to see what the heck they’ve done this time! But when your house is child-free, if the sound isn’t explosive or accompanied by breaking glass or running water, you tend to not fret much.
Such was the sound last night. Something fell, we thought, but it wasn’t loud and the dogs didn’t start barking, so we figgered it was no biggie.
This morning when I came out to the kitchen, I saw one of my new Zip-Lock containers under the dining room table. Very odd. The cat was nosing around it. Also odd. Then all the pieces came together.
Last night, I packed our breakfasts and lunches and put them all in the fridge to keep overnight. What I neglected to put away was the container of turkey. Over the weekend, I roasted a nice little bird, and what we didn’t eat (which was a lot) got picked off and crammed into the container. I decided I wanted some of this turkey for my lunch, but when I put all the food back into the fridge, I missed the bird.
Apparently, the noise was one Brandy the BratCat knocking the container to the floor. Somehow, she and Scruffy formed an alliance wherein they managed to remove the lid - without destroying it!!! - and consume something like 4 pounds of turkey. All I have left is the carcass, and the legs and wings in another bag. And of course, Miss Scruffy, having packed her belly, was forced to poop and pee on my carpet during the night. What a lovely sight when you’re trying to get out of the house on time!
So the dogs had been walked and given kibble, and I was rushing around a bit more than usual. Suddenly, both canines were barking and snarling near an end table.
Pause here for a moment. When my sweetie had his spinal surgery, cold really bothered his neck. He bought one of those husk-filled sock-like things that you can heat up in the microwave. It was sitting against the wall near the aforementioned end table. After I yelled at the dogs for their altercation, Scruffy went over and pawed at the husk-sock, and revealed a hunk of white turkey meat. She had “buried” it - the brat! So I tossed it into the garbage, did one more quick look for other treasures, and left for work.
When I got home, I was glad to see that all animals were alive, no one pooped in the house, and there was no more stray turkey.
Scruffy and Brandy are on The List.
My part of the project has been signed off. I’m off till Monday. The snow we were threatened with earlier this day amounted to about 12 flakes, I think. Forecast for tonight sounds more like rain, and it’s supposed to get into the 40s tomorrow, so, MamaTigs, I shouldn’t have any problems making our lunch date.
Poke chops for supper. Class tonight. Sleep in tomorrow.
Life is good.
