Have Yourself a Merry Little Thanksgiving Now

Thanksgiving was a small affair for us this year. It was just us and I didn't have any pie pans, so it was a little less like Thanksgiving and a little more like a fancy Sunday dinner. We just had turkey, mashed potatoes, and rolls. And I still haven't made that pumpkin pie. I did buy a pie pan though. Apparently, Black Friday deals don't apply to pie pans or Walmart stores as it turns out. Those with particularly keen visual acuity will note that the very, very fine print notes that "local" prices and advertised online prices may differ and prices are not guaranteed. Thus a Sony Bravia 32" TV can be shown online as costing $498--and not available online for purchase--and $598 at the actual store. Not that I want to break kneecaps over it or anything.

In Kittenwatch '08, Piper has destroyed some carpeting and is proving scratching post-resistant. She also came dangerously close to eating my engagement ring (Paul had to snatch it from her tiny jaws), so now all of my jewelry has to be stored in its box at all times. I don't know what it is, but she really likes that ring. She tried to bite it off my finger today. I don't really enforce kitty discipline, but she's going to get spritzed in the face if this continues. Other than that, she does pretty much normal cat stuff. Which is cute and all to me, but Paul gets a huge kick out of it. It's like what people say about the wonder of the Christmas and children's eyes, only with the wonder of cats and Paul. Everything is new and exciting and entertaining. Sure, Piper will chase a laser light around for an hour, but Paul's the one laughing and operating said laser light for an hour. He's currently trying to teach her how to "talk" with some success. (Piper is an extremely quiet cat. She doesn't even really meow, just kind of murmurs.) Here's some pictures we took of her doing "cute" things. She's merely tolerating the camera in the second one and the third one is from Thanksgiving before dinner. I don't know about you, but nothing says vacation and comfort like a Quark's Bar shirt and "weekend pants" as Land's End euphemistically calls them. Oh, and that's Paul's behemoth of a birthday computer in the background of the first shot.