Our grey and white cat demands turkey dressing for Christmas
In the South, we usually use the word “dressing” rather than “stuffing” and include cornbread rather than cubed white bread in the mix whether we put it inside a turkey or not.
At Thanksgiving, we made a tray of dressing. Marlo, who was working on an abscess in the front of her mouth was having trouble eating, so my wife gave her a pinch of dressing. Apparently, it was the best thing she ever tasted–in spite of her love of ground feta cheese–and she “needed” some every night. A new tradition was born.
Unfortunately, the dressing ran out. Uh oh. Marlo didn’t understand why we didn’t reach inside the pantry and get more. Sometimes we run out of feta or, heaven forbid, forget to give her a morsel of salmon whenever we have that.
Marlo was in the kitchen last night while we checked out our supplies for Christmas dinner. After we jotted down everything we needed, I felt like I needed to show her the list to prove all the necessary dressing components were included.
If she’s forgotten all about dressing since Thanksgiving and acts like it isn’t even food when we put some in her bowl, well then, more for us.