After hours of cooking ... with quality assurance provided by Charmee from his vantage point above the kitchen ... we could SMELL the turkey in the air!
Sparky Fuzzypants had given himself a tongue bath so that he could look his best at the holiday table.
Dinner was ready at 5:15 PM with the table set, the candles lit, and a fully-rested turkey ready for carving. By 5:20 PM, I was sitting patiently ready to sample the fruits of Grandma's labors (In her defense, Mom did make the mashed potatoes ...).
A Cat's Prayer of Thanksgiving.
Efurryone was duly impressed with my eloquence.
I had PERFECT manners.
I was too stuffed to play with even the most enticing of toys!