Well, we got a live goose a few weeks ago to feed and fatten up for Thanksgiving from a
nearby Amish farmer and named him Abner. Well, Abner drove the cats crazy for three
weeks and also kept them busy sitting at the door to the garage and carrying on like a
bunch of banshees. Dozer was the most upset and really pissed with the goose strutting
around just out of reach - and no chain saw to cut through the door. You all have to realize
that this fur ball smells meat just taken out of the freezer to defrost for dinner. He will lick
his lips and waits by the stove or oven till it gets done; then begs his furry butt off for his
portion. Dozer has also been know to sit at the table with a sign which reads "WILL
WORK FOR FOOD" and if all else fails and you blink - he steals the meat off your plate.
Maybe now you can "visualize" Dozer at the door for three weeks sniffing that goose and
not being able to get his chops into it. I was indeed a wreck myself, and by the day before
Thanksgiving I was looking forward to my husband grabbing the Axe and doing the "dirty
deed". That morning I gave Abner his last rites with a great meal knowing that the next
day he would be "reciprocating" then went out food shopping for last minute items with my
mother in law. Mom has Alzheimer's and now lives with us so I took her with me and an
hour later we left the store. When I hit the garage button on my visor to open the garage
door and pull my car in I noticed the door from the house to the garage was open and
mom probably didn't close it right. I pulled my car in - got out and almost fell over foaming
at the mouth from the stench.
Dozer got into the garage and opened Abner's cage, I don't know where he got his paws
on a flame thrower but Abner was already fried "literally" with not much remaining. All the
cats were in the house burping, picking their teeth with their nails, looking like they all
gained five pounds each within an hour.
Well, I did a good job watching my cats for three weeks with Abner in the garage,
however, I totally messed up watching mom as closely as I did the cats.
What is done is done, packed mom up in the car and back to the store to get a frozen
goose and pray that it defrosts in time.
By Cathy Gregor
Copyright 2005
nearby Amish farmer and named him Abner. Well, Abner drove the cats crazy for three
weeks and also kept them busy sitting at the door to the garage and carrying on like a
bunch of banshees. Dozer was the most upset and really pissed with the goose strutting
around just out of reach - and no chain saw to cut through the door. You all have to realize
that this fur ball smells meat just taken out of the freezer to defrost for dinner. He will lick
his lips and waits by the stove or oven till it gets done; then begs his furry butt off for his
portion. Dozer has also been know to sit at the table with a sign which reads "WILL
WORK FOR FOOD" and if all else fails and you blink - he steals the meat off your plate.
Maybe now you can "visualize" Dozer at the door for three weeks sniffing that goose and
not being able to get his chops into it. I was indeed a wreck myself, and by the day before
Thanksgiving I was looking forward to my husband grabbing the Axe and doing the "dirty
deed". That morning I gave Abner his last rites with a great meal knowing that the next
day he would be "reciprocating" then went out food shopping for last minute items with my
mother in law. Mom has Alzheimer's and now lives with us so I took her with me and an
hour later we left the store. When I hit the garage button on my visor to open the garage
door and pull my car in I noticed the door from the house to the garage was open and
mom probably didn't close it right. I pulled my car in - got out and almost fell over foaming
at the mouth from the stench.
Dozer got into the garage and opened Abner's cage, I don't know where he got his paws
on a flame thrower but Abner was already fried "literally" with not much remaining. All the
cats were in the house burping, picking their teeth with their nails, looking like they all
gained five pounds each within an hour.
Well, I did a good job watching my cats for three weeks with Abner in the garage,
however, I totally messed up watching mom as closely as I did the cats.
What is done is done, packed mom up in the car and back to the store to get a frozen
goose and pray that it defrosts in time.
By Cathy Gregor
Copyright 2005
Thanksgiving 2005
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