Slate Sat at the Oven Door and Watched the Turkey Like a Hawk
There is no need for a timer when you have a cat. In front of the open oven door sits a blue-grey Russian Blue, her green eyes locked on the golden turkey roasting on its rack. The light from the oven reflects softly off her whiskers and the metal stove. Beyond her, the kitchen counter is covered with onions, garlic, a bowl of fruit, and a cloth, the happy gear of a day of cooking.
An open oven is a spot where cat curiosity needs careful watching. Hot racks, hot pans, and steam can burn whiskers and paws, and cats can jump up before anyone notices. When the oven is on, keep the door shut when you can, and move your cat out of the kitchen if there is a lot of foot traffic. Also remember that onions and garlic, common in holiday cooking, are toxic to cats, and cooked turkey bones can splinter. Ask your vet which people foods are safe.
This is the same Slate who loves a taste of the filling, and she takes her kitchen duties seriously. Russian Blues often follow their people around the house and enjoy being part of the action, and a Thanksgiving kitchen is the best show in town. For now she sits straight and still, tail tucked, patient as a statue. Whatever happens when the turkey comes out, she is first in line to be impressed.






