Reservation for Four Phuleeze...

...This is just about what it looked like around here Thursday...
Turkey going in the oven, stuffing being put together with my assistants close at hand. Demanding... uh...Sweetly offering a paw every few minutes to taste test the butter, raw turkey, turkey juice, creme cheese, green olives, gravy and just whatever I happened to be trying to do at any given moment.

A golden brown turkey... can you ask for more ? Crispy skin, juicy, and weighing in at about 14 pounds... There might be enough to last thru the weekend...
Hey- having to wait for me to vacate the kitchen chair so the oven can be observed verrrry closely... Well, that burns up a LOT of calories...Not sure what the girls thought would happen tho...
The oven door would fall off...
The roasting bird would accidentally slide out onto the floor..
Alice and Kuchi working in tandem would give mouth to beak recusitation ?
Maybe... All I noticed was that certain girls al-most got singed whiskers !!

Alice... Observing... Closely....


Kuchi... Ready for Taste Testing....

MMMnnnn... Looks Almost good enough to eat !


Of course, Babylon REFUSED to have any thing
to do with our roast turkey... If it doesn't come in
a packet and is inundated with 'gravy'... Oh Well-
She turns up her delicate pink nose !!
And in the end- Only will eat the gravy !!

I make a mean Pie too !!
Practically a Master Pastry Chef' !

So this is Alice all sleepy from her keen observations...
and of course, her three course meal !!

... Only one large missing presence of course... My good boy Osgood...
Sigh...
Thanksgiving was one of his most favor-ite days in the year... Turkey forever and the end not in sight.

...He would have had a tasty time... He is thought of so often... And still so missed...
xoxo

~ He Was A Very Good Boy ~

Him was a very good boy...

October 1st 2006 ~ August 24th 2010

I really don't have any idea how old Osgood was...
Old tho... 10, maybe 15 years old ?
Maybe...

So I count his 'Gotcha Day' as October 1st 2006.

He had been fading for a time. Just the last month or so.
Got to where he couldn't eat.
And other things I can't bear to go into right now.

So I asked Aunty H.H. and Uncle 37 if they would help me by helping him.

He went to sleep easy... Knowing that he was loved... So very Much...

Osgood, my pale creamsicle boy.

Him is out in the front yard now... Resting under the Butterfly Bush....

He is at Peace now.. Fat & fluffy & a mouth full of teeth to eat whatever he wants...

Him Was A Very Good Boy...

Augustus... Is Here ?

... Zipping right along aren't we... Already better than half way thru the year... Haven't been up to too much... same old-same old. I have been trying to get all of my Mamas genealogy drug out and categorized. Booger for punishment I am...

My Fiddy boy has gone I think. It has been about 2 1/2 weeks since he has been around. He seemed just as healthy as ever. Better actually. He has calmed down so much since he had his hoo-hahs removed. I like to think that the neighbor around the hill has moved him inside. I had heard that she called him "Tuxie" when he visited up there. I'm keeping a good thought anyway.

My neighbor across the road made a trip over east of the mountains-Yakima- about two weeks ago. On her way back she stopped and bought blueberries for just about everyone she knows.
I was the grateful recipient of a box of about five pounds. The girls loved the box of course. And I loved the blueberries ! Didn't do anything creative with them. Does rinsing with water count ? No muffins. No tarts. No cobbler or even a pie. Just having a nice rounded bowl full as a snack.
By the time the were gone I quite felt like Violet Beauregard. Only not as arrogant or blue ! Does lead one to wanting more tho. Store bought just isn't the same as field and bush ripened of course.

Kuchi is sitting on the microwave watching me. She seems determined to come over and help. Perhaps she has her own two-cents to add. She thought she almost had a blue jay the other day.

I put a screen in the door so they can see out. Get a breath of fresh air. But when she was sitting there the other day she sees a tasty morsel thru the mesh, she starts chittering... She rammed against the screen-bumped her head rather smartly and the Blue birdie flew away. Of course she then turns to me to seek solace, but I am snorting and holding in a mad chuckle. She is fine, just a bit wiser now !

Not that she would have snacked on the bird. Kuchi is not a girl who would eat bird sushi.

Have to go ... Guess who think she needs petting RIGHT NOW ? You guessed it !! All 17 delicate pounds of her... hurmphhh
xoxo ~Does this table make My Bellah look big ?~