It was Thanksgiving. After eating, the dishes could wait until tomorrow. The food was put up. There was a lot of turkey left. But even cleaning it from the bone could wait until tomorrow. The turkey was put in the refrigerator covered with aluminum foil.
I walked into the kitchen early the next morning. There on the floor was the turkey I had put in the refrigerator the night before. And there eating on the turkey was the culprit himself, who had somehow gotten the turkey out of the refrigerator. It was our cat, Tiger. Before attempting the cleanup job, I stood there amazed. How did that cat get the refrigerator door open? The door itself had suction. How he got in the refrigerator was a true wonder. But there eating from the floor was proof he had gotten in somehow. I found myself changing anger to laughter. The turkey now was going to have to be thrown away. And so, I allowed tiger to keep eating. It may have been seen as rewarding him. But then again, he really deserved the turkey after the hard work he must have put into getting it. I still laugh to this day about it. Cats can do some of the funniest things...