The next few posts will contain the whole thing:
On the first day of Christmas, my kitten ruined for me...
A batch of my special hand-print cookies. I had turned my back to
grab the cookie sheet sitting on the stove. In that micro-second,
Sara climbed onto the table, poked her paw into the delightfully
kneady mixture and, suddenly off-balance, fell into the cookie
dough. Net loss? Six cups of flour, four cups of sugar, three
sticks of butter.... Of course, it would have been cheaper to
remove the feline ingredient, pick out the hairs, and just rename
the recipe Paw Print Cookies.
On the second day of Christmas, my kitten accompanied me....
On a trip to the vet clinic. Who knew that skinny curling ribbon
has feline taste appeal? I didn't. Damages: $28 for the office
visit, $36 for anesthesia so the veterinarian could take $55
X-rays in case Sara had taste-tested any other Christmas
decorations, and a heck of a lot of embarrassment when the vet
removed the 3' curly *tail* in slightly less than two seconds by
tugging at it with a pair of tweezers.
Friday, December 14, 2007
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