The Thanksgiving My Cats Ate The Turkey
Thanksgiving was always a big event in my house growing up. Usually, my grandparents or parents hosted Thanksgiving for our family, but when my then-fiancé — now husband — and I moved into a new apartment, we decided to take over the honor. It was the first year we'd had Thanksgiving since my mother passed away, so I wanted to distract my family from the sadness of her loss and ensure everyone had a good time by taking on her role. Little did I know my cats would be more concerned with having a good time of their own.
The guests got along tenuously at best. My father and maternal grandparents weren't on the best of terms. We also invited my fiancé's bickering, divorced parents, along with my fiancé's newlywed grandfather and wife. Our families barely tolerated each other, so it was quite the recipe for disaster.
Things started off on the wrong foot when my fiancé's grandfather and wife showed up two hours early, meaning I had to get myself and the house ready while entertaining them. Fortunately, the turkey was almost done, so when it came out of the oven in the midst of entertaining the early birds, I simply put it on top of the counter to make room for the side dishes in the oven, and wrapped it in aluminum foil.
The kitchen was left unattended, and my cat Tiger, who was known for devouring everything in sight, managed to sneak in, unwrap one side of the turkey and eat some of it. This attracted the attention of my other cats, Miss Kitty and Lily, who joined in on the fun.
When the table was perfectly set with my mom's expensive china and the Thanksgiving decorations were all precisely in place, the rest of the guests started to arrive. That's when I came into the kitchen to find nearly half of the beautiful turkey on the floor — including a leg and some stuffing — with some very happy kitties. I was almost in tears, worried my guests would be upset over the loss of the main course and leave. Worse yet, I was horrified that my father, a perfectionist, would walk in at any moment, and be sorry that he came. Thankfully, I managed to shuffle the furry turkey bandits into the master bedroom, before cleaning up the mess in the kitchen — all while dodging helpful relatives.
The one relative who did help out was my future mother-in-law. She assisted in covering up the shenanigans in the kitchen and dried my tears. "Family is more important than food, and look at what you managed to accomplish by getting everyone together here," she said. "And we're even all getting along."
In the end, we bonded over the disaster. As a vegetarian, she was the perfect family member to share the secret. We cut away the eaten portions of the turkey and I had my fiancé carve the rest in the kitchen, under the guise that there wasn't enough space on the table. No one seemed to notice, and surprisingly, everyone actually got along rather well that evening.
To this day, only my mother-in-law and husband know what really happened, and we still joke about it. But we can't get over the fact that most of the drama that night came from the cats, not the visitors.
These days, we all go out to a restaurant for Thanksgiving and the kitties get some yummy 9Lives® Meaty Paté Mixed Grill cat food for dinner. We — and the kitties — enjoy it so much more.
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