My turkey has arrived!

It's getting closer. Thanksgiving that is. I know this because my woman slave went to the store today and brought home a decapitated bird (not as great a job as I would have done..) and spent a good 45 minutes trying to figure out how to place it in the fridge. I supervised this whole chaotic experience for her from the inside of the Trader Joes insulated bag she pulled it from. I must make sure my bird will be pristine for my belly. After it was finally situated, I spent the next 45 minutes trying to open the fridge back up, to stare at all of it's glory, but alas, my 6th claw failed me. Damn them. The bird is slightly smaller than I am, and it weighs 8 pounds less. I was hoping it would be a 22 pound bird- SO I COULD LITERALLY EAT MY WEIGHT IN TURKEY. Maybe next year.

In addition to bringing home delights for the soon to be festivities, she also brought home a floral arrangement! They always make me so excited! From the rubberbands and hold them all together, to the sprigs of beargrass shooting out from the bouquet! It's all delicious! And I think the woman slave always forgets how appetizing I find them to be. And since she pissed me off by not letting me suck the juices from the turkey today, I ate her flowers. She was NOT impressed. I can't wait until the male slave cleans my litter box tomorrow- he will be finding a latex surprise from me in there: )

Anyways. Off to plot how to open the fridge.