The best laid plans

Pie plate that previously held Chicken Pot Pie upside down on the floor with a cookie sheet partially covering it
!#$% Cat!

About two weeks ago, I had a REALLY bad Monday.  My dear friend C was there throughout the day to lend an ear and provide support and wisdom.  Well, what goes around comes around and all that, her Friday was worse than my Monday AND, her Friday went on for 4 days.  Truthfully, the matter still isn’t really resolved, she’s just at a lull in the chaos. but I digress.

I had items I’d borrowed from C and her family that needed to be returned and I was picking up a few things for her at Trader Joe’s.  I thought I’d throw together a chicken pot pie and drop that off too.  I made the pie in between homework and dinner prep and then cooked it after dinner.  When it was done, I pulled it out of the oven and left it sitting on a cookie tray on top of my stove to cool. As you can see, it never made it to C’s house.  With apologies to Clement Moore, here is the tale.

‘Twas the night before delivery when all thought the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The borrowed items were stacked by the door with care in hopes I’d remember them and not leave them there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of play with grandparents danced in their heads.

With husband at the bar enjoying a beer, I collapsed in my chair in search of some cheer.

When out in the kitchen there arose such a clatter, alas, I was too tired to rise to see what was the matter.

Eventually I dragged my sorry self up and puttered to the kitchen to see what had gone amok

The light o’er the sink cast a dim illumination giving me very little information.

What did wondering eyes find on the floor? Why a chicken pot pie that now was no more.

With the pie upside down and gone kersplat, I knew in a moment, it must be the cat!

More rapid than eagles, the curses they came, and I screamed and I shouted and I called her by name.

!@$%! Winnie, !#$% cat!, and trust me there were more! Oh Phooey, I’m pissed and just look at the floor!

To the cleaning closet, I stormed,  to grab this and that. Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away Cat!

Close up of a small tiger cat. She has a white nose with a spot of tiger on it.

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