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<p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt;
font-family:Arial'>Not really basset related, the dog we had at the time was
dear little Abby the Dachshund, but you’ll enjoy this, something similar
has happened to almost everyone who has pets. Okay, my little Abby was
not involved, and Sister Dinah, our cat who was about 18 years old at the time
was not involved, but the rescued feral kittens… oh yes, they were always
involved. We had rescued and tamed this litter of feral kittens who were
born under a house, and on this Thanksgiving Day they were about 5 months old,
so not teeny-tiny, but nowhere near full grown (maybe weighed 4 pounds each),
and there were four, two boys and two girls. <o:p></o:p></span></font></p>
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<p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt;
font-family:Arial'>This house was open plan, with kitchen open to dining area
open to den. The turkey was done, we took it out of the oven and put it
on the big turkey platter, and sat the platter on the table while we finished up
the gravy and other items. I had my back turned doing something, when DH
yells, LOOK AT THEM – so I turned around and saw the two girls sitting on
the floor cheerleading as the two boys were up on the table stealing the turkey,
which was at least 18 pounds and straight-from-the-oven hothothot. <o:p></o:p></span></font></p>
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<p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt;
font-family:Arial'>The boys had it off the platter onto the table and were
about to shove it off the table edge onto the floor, they were heading straight
for the pet door, so I yelled STOP THAT at the top of my lungs and we both rushed
to the table and rescued the bird. I can still see those kittens, man oh
man, they had struck gold and that bird was THEIRS and they were headed for the
door!! It was totally hysterical, and is still one of our best
Thanksgiving memories of all time. If that bird had been just a little
bit cooler, we would have been eating frozen dinners that Thanksgiving
Day. And no, we didn’t mention it to our company when they arrived.
Hey, it never actually hit the floor…<o:p></o:p></span></font></p>
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<p class=MsoNormal><font size=3 face=JanieHmkBold><span style='font-size:12.0pt;
font-family:JanieHmkBold'>Anita Woodrum</span></font><o:p></o:p></p>
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font-family:Arial'><a href="mailto:a.woodrum@sbcglobal.net">a.woodrum@sbcglobal.net</a></span></font><o:p></o:p></p>
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