"Cat" bird

Folks, I thought I'd seen and heard everything...my Aunt Sara tells a great story about a dog she had who stole the Thanksgiving turkey off the table, ate an entire side, and she, while wanting to sink into the fetal position, instead filled the bird with stuffing and presented the "good" side to my Grandfarmer Armour, who carved obliviously - not being privy to the fevered "cat-and-mouse" chase that had just ensued between a recalcitrant dog and a frantic hostess...

WE had the same sort of thing happen. You know the recent "brining" craze? Well, we succumbed. It's cold here...in the 30s at night and low 40s in the daytime. So, we stuffed this 19-pound, Kosher turkey into a huge stockpot, and it still didn't fit. The tips of the drumsticks and the Pope's Nose (Dad's name for the tail...) stuck out.

We went to bed at 2300, not thinking anything of it.

Wrong.

We got up and when John went out to feed the birds, he saw the top of the stockpot was off...upon further inspection, we found that the neighborhood outdoor cat had had her way with my bird!!!!!!!!

All the way down to the brine! Thank Goodness she stopped there!!!! OHHHHH!!! I was furious!!!!



You can see...it's as if someone took a Chef's knife and sliced this guy right at the gluteus maximus. I couldn't believe it.

So I called my "common sense and calm-under-no-matter-what-kinda-pressure" friend from work, Beverly, who told me to just cut off the bad parts and roast it. (In other words, "Get over it, Hol.") Mom, the nurse, said the exact same thing.

So, this ridiculously expensive Kosher turkey will be eaten...tonight...come "He*l" or Highwater.