Thanksgiving...crisis!

This isn't about nail polish. It's about cats. Just wanted to give you fair warning. Every year, I'm in charge of making the pies for our family Thanksgiving dinner at my sister's house. Usually around eight to ten pumpkin pies. (Oh, and sucky cellphone pics ahead. I was camera-less on Wednesday night.)

Let me introduce you to one of the newest family members. This is Snowflake. She belongs to my nephew and lives at my mother's house.



Isn't she cute? She's less than a year old. (She's a foundling so we don't really know her age. Just that she was tiny when found.) Snowflake loves playing. She ran around under the kitchen table while I had pies baking and cooling. Pies number five and six were in the oven. I was sitting down grating soap (making this) when I heard a clatter...

...and found this on the kitchen table.


Yes, those are her paw prints in my pie. Unphotographed were the pumpkin paw prints across the kitchen floor, the pumpkin splatters on the table and the pumpkin crumbs on the wee little kitty chin. Lucky for her that pie wasn't hot. Snowflake went (forcibly) out the door to play outside and I sat down to laugh and cry. (It was about 10pm and I still had four more pies to bake.)

Annie said this is what comes of having little ones around.


I said she was never this naughty when she was little. Annie said she was never that little. Hard to argue with a cat.

I finished my pies and cooled them and stashed them away safely without further incident. In the morning I started loading them into the car to take to my sister's house. The last two were on the kitchen table waiting when Annie announced it was time for her breakfast. LOUDLY.

I obliged.

And came back to this! Kitty Krueger strikes again!


And again!


All I can say is, it's a good thing she's so cute.



Snowflake had a busy night. Time for her Thanksgiving nap!