I missed November. Through no fault of The Cat, who reminded me every day that Thanksgiving was on the horizon and that I'd best be prepared to cook her a turkey. She was gracious enough to offer to share, if that was our desire.
How is it possible to miss an entire month, one wonders? Ask The Cat, who frequently pauses midyear and rewinds several weeks, reenacting events and regaling us with tales of past happy tuna-filled times. Let me hasten to assure you that this ability to rewind and replay previous time spans is a most catlike behavior and certainly not limited to the skill set of The Cat.
Good thing, too, because I completely missed November. Sorry.
Thanksgiving Day came and went, buried in the brouhaha that has become our autumn, which vanished as swiftly and surely as a plate full of Daily Offering of the Tuna. So it was with great chagrin that I realized that November had vanished, as The Cat glared at me when I set down the plate of Daily Offering of the Tuna. She stuck her tail in the air and stalked away, offended beyond words.
"What!?" I asked her departing tail.
"You forgot the turkey," the tail replied, flicking morosely in my general direction.
I apologized to the tail and The Cat attached to it, assuring both that a roast bird of some sort shall be forthcoming at the hallmark of the next holiday, presumably Christmas.
Assuming, of course, that I don't miss December.
