Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Fritz and I send invitations out each year to friends we think might not have a place to go or someone to be with at Thanksgiving but this year everybody seems to be spoken for. So we'll have a roast turkey breast instead of a roast turkey and it will just be the two of us--OK the three of us because Starr is a very vocal member of the household. And I think I'll open a bottle of champagne to go along with dinner, and Fritz may play Etta James singing "At last!" which is "our song" and he'll dance me around the kitchen--which he's been doing for the last couple of days already anyway. Life is very happy here these days, as I hope it is for all of you, whose continued visits to the blog and interesting comments make me very thankful indeed.
A little tribute to cats everywhere and to our own special cat:
Starr on the silestone ledge behind the Aga. She loves to sack out here because the stone is always warm from the ever heat-radiant Aga stove (technically "cooker" as it's an English product). It's one of her 25 or so favorite sack-out places around the house.
A friend sent this to Fritz earlier in the week and I snagged a copy. I've never had a cat get into food that's cooking on the stove, but I did once have a kitten who made a leap from a kitchen counter right into the middle of my dinner plate just as I sat down at the table to eat. Gravy and veggies splashed everywhere. There's never been any other cat in my life quite like him (fortunately).
This image comes courtesy of a very lovely British lady who publishes an informative and extremely literate opera blog from London. I immediately dubbed it Empress Felineadora. It perfectly captures the true status of cats in the lives of those who love them.
Will you two be having some pumpkin pie as well? Mmm...
We're hosting two friends, both women, and their dogs. One of the friends happens to be named Starr. Curious!
WV: swinquat. Sounds very thanksgiving-like to me.