When the turkey started baking, the kitties began to gather. I had to bat away impatient paws when I opened the oven door to baste the turkey. Toasted kitty paws were NOT on the menu.

They circled, they cajoled, they begged and Sullivan kept sitting up his haunches begging for at least a taste. It was just a small turkey so later, I cooked down the bones and stripped down the meat and gave the kitties a taste of thanksgiving. They loved it- the unseasoned broth will be frozen for later use.

Mike had a minor accident and bled all over the bathroom. Scared me to death to see all that blood but all that happened is he forgot to change the pulse on the showerhead to a lighter spray when he used it on his legs. The heavy pulse tore open his fragile skin. I finally got the bleeding stopped and he of course refused to go to the ER.

Cyclone is gaining good weight and doing well. he loves turkey too. Roosevelt is coming out from under the futon but his sister Jordan the Siamese mix is still shy and not willing to show more than her tail. I hear them playing when I am downstairs and when I go to check them, there are paperbook books all over the floor so they are being kittens.

Glory is slowly coming out of the bedroom but her and Tandem have words and she quickly wants back into the safety of the room.

Well there are litterboxes waiting to be scooped and kitties waiting to be fed and life does indeed go on-