Smokey's Thanksgiving
A little present for Thanksgiving came from Smokey.
The house was quiet. The children slept, while their mother and I labored in the kitchen. It was Thanksgiving Day and we worked to prepare our dinner. The turkey sat in the sink where cold water ran over it. A big yellow bowl sat on the counter full of stuffing mix, vegetables, melted butter and broth. I stirred it carefully making sure that everything mixed well. We had two cats, one a Russian Blue named Smokey, the othe...