One of my first memories is of our bold mischievous cat. This cat was not only fearless she was fast to act. Well one Thanksgiving some family members decided last minute to come to our house. They had traveled seven hours by car with the plan being they’d arrive as the meal was being finished. Everyone had skipped eating so we could dine together. For reasons I cant remember our big meal consisted mainly of side dishes and a whole chicken in place of the turkey. I’m pretty sure that, somewhat small, chicken was the only meat on the table. Again can’t remember why but my mom was cooking it in a just big enough toaster oven. Now this chicken was looking absolutely delicious. Everyone was just waiting to dig in. So all of us are sitting at the table as my mom takes it out of the toaster oven. Now this I do remember very clearly. Her hand touched the side of the oven when the chicken was halfway out. She didn’t think, she just reacted, by dropping the tray and jumping back a little. Everyone gasped at this but it’s ok cuz the chicken landed in a way that most if not all can be salvaged. But our mischievous little kitten had been nearby. She probably made her move the moment the tray hit the ground. We were all still processing that the chicken had fallen when we see a white blur go to the chicken, tear off an entire leg, and dash off down the hall with the other cat close behind. No one even had a chance of stopping her it happened so fast. In the end the two cats got the biggest amount of meat on their plate. We had to split the remainder nine ways so you can imagine what made it to each plate.