Minus 20 IQ Points

How many cat owners do you know who could pull a turkey out of the oven, pop the rack in the kitchen sink to rest before carving, pack up five or six slices from each side of the breast along with all the fixin's, leave the turkey on the kitchen counter with foil loosely over the top and come home a couple of hours later to a cat waiting to be fed? Oliver would have begged, but with nobody around, would have climbed up and helped himself. Eeky would have been on the counter daring me to get my hand between the bird and her mouth. But none of the above seems to have occurred to Emma. She waited until we got home, then sat down and meowed while I diced up a bit of drumstick for her, then waited patiently until I put her bowl on the floor. Maybe she's not really a cat . . .

As for dinner, mom had her top oven on at a relatively low temp to warm up the dinner. It's really hard to keep everything warm for the drive over, even in a cooler with dishtowels, and even when it was quite hot when we left the house, but nothing needed more than a few minutes of reheating time. Dinner was pretty good if I do say so myself. I love the new roasting pan and rack. The high sides seem to do a good job keeping the splatters in the pan instead of mucking up the whole oven.

Can't wait to see what SJ's going to do with all the leftovers tomorrow while I'm at work. We've got the carcass along with the neck, appendage bones, and the wing tips simmering away with whatever onion and apple chunks were still left inside the bird after I dumped out most of them. Sucks having to work this week, but at least it's a short one, and probably will be dead as a doornail with most people blowing the last of their vacation days. I can hope, anyway.