Our local paper here in Naples this morning asked for memorable Thanksgiving stories. I sent them the following, which I had sent to a local radio station a couple of years ago and won a Thanksgiving dinner.
Anyway, I just got an e-mail from the newspaper telling me how they loved my story, so I guess it will get printed the Friday after Thanksgiving.
Here's the story of Boots:
A Cat's Thanksgiving!
It was 1974! Thanksgiving day was here. Turkey and trimmings in the oven. We were relaxing, having a glass of wine in our new house waiting for our company.
A neighbor came over with a pumpkin pie covered with whipped cream. Put it on the kitchen table to be enjoyed later.
Our 6 month old kitten, named Boots, was relaxing with us. As we savored the aroma of turkey, we suddenly heard strange "slurping" sounds from the kitchen. We found Boots happily feasting on pumpkin pie, his face overed with whipped cream. And just for good dining, he was finishing the remaining wine in the glass! Needless to say we had a Thanksgiving dinner minus desert. Boots slept the rest of the day, his belly full and a buzz from the forbidden wine in his head.
It's been many years since that memorable Thanksgiving. Boots has long gone to kitty heaven. But on each Thanksgiving since that day we drink a toast to our pumpkin pie lover, Boots.
Somewhere in kitty heaven Boots is still enjoying pumpkin pie. I don't know if kitty heaven has wine, but if it does I am sure Boots is sipping some.
Anyway, I just got an e-mail from the newspaper telling me how they loved my story, so I guess it will get printed the Friday after Thanksgiving.
Here's the story of Boots:
A Cat's Thanksgiving!
It was 1974! Thanksgiving day was here. Turkey and trimmings in the oven. We were relaxing, having a glass of wine in our new house waiting for our company.
A neighbor came over with a pumpkin pie covered with whipped cream. Put it on the kitchen table to be enjoyed later.
Our 6 month old kitten, named Boots, was relaxing with us. As we savored the aroma of turkey, we suddenly heard strange "slurping" sounds from the kitchen. We found Boots happily feasting on pumpkin pie, his face overed with whipped cream. And just for good dining, he was finishing the remaining wine in the glass! Needless to say we had a Thanksgiving dinner minus desert. Boots slept the rest of the day, his belly full and a buzz from the forbidden wine in his head.
It's been many years since that memorable Thanksgiving. Boots has long gone to kitty heaven. But on each Thanksgiving since that day we drink a toast to our pumpkin pie lover, Boots.
Somewhere in kitty heaven Boots is still enjoying pumpkin pie. I don't know if kitty heaven has wine, but if it does I am sure Boots is sipping some.
