Roxy is in charge of the kitchen in my house. On Thanksgiving she was nearly out of her mind knowing that there was fresh bird meat in the kitchen. She spends most of her days in the kitchen window looking out at the birds in the bushes out there and someone had caught a big fat one and brought it inside to roast for her dinner. She was nearly delirious with joy. And yes, she does fit perfectly into that roasting pan. I know because I caught her hunkered down in it -- I had to re-wash everything in the kitchen. Roxy makes me extra careful -- picking up bags and garbage -- no flowers -- cleaning food -- cleaning the counters -- cleaning the dishes -- she leaves no stone unturned in her daily explorations.
Her most recent kitchen discovery is the coffee maker where I make my tea. I came out this morning to pick-up my travel mug to leave for work and found her monitoring the noises coming out of the machine. She was very intrigued. She think's it's a cat toy. Isn't everything? Would it be wrong to buy my cat an E-Z Bake Oven for Christmas? Hmmmm....
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