Two Weeks ‘Til Turkey: Your Cat’s Official Pre-Thanksgiving Survival Guide 🦃
🐾 The Countdown Begins: 14 Days to Gravy
Two weeks before Thanksgiving, your human brain goes into overdrive — grocery lists, side-dish debates, the annual “do we have enough folding chairs?” crisis.
Your cat, meanwhile, has entered Observation Mode: Elite Edition. They’re watching the turkey thaw with laser precision, sniffing out the scent of chaos, and questioning why you suddenly think cleaning the baseboards matters now.
Cat: “You missed a spot. Also, I’m claiming that foil roasting pan as my new reflective throne.”
🍗 Day 10: Guest Panic Rising
Humans call it “entertaining.” Cats call it “the invasion.” You’re texting family, fluffing throw pillows, lighting candles — and your cat’s quietly evaluating escape routes.
- Every chair you move? That’s a nap zone lost.
- Every new guest towel? A soft target for fur redeployment.
Cat: “They call them ‘guests.’ I call them ‘temporary trespassers with loud voices.’” — Sir Whiskerly, Maine Coon
☀️ Day 7: The Great Nap Disruption
A week out, the oven becomes the sun’s fiery cousin. Great for basking, terrible for routine. Between rearranged furniture and your “stress cleaning,” your cat’s patience is thin.
- Tail flicking while you mop.
- Strategic placement in doorways you need to walk through.
- Staring directly into your soul mid-vacuum.
Day 4: The Smell Offensive
By now, the house smells like ambition. Butter. Onions. Desperation. You’re taste-testing pies; your cat’s taste-testing patience. They know it’s almost time — the one glorious day when meat actually falls from the sky (a.k.a. the kitchen counter).
Cat: “You think you’re cooking for the family? No, no. You’re cooking for me. You just don’t know it yet.” — Miss Pumpernickel, Tortoiseshell
Day 2: The Furniture Betrayal
The couch moves. The rug shifts. The scratching post mysteriously vanishes to make “more room for people.” You’re rearranging for “flow.” Your cat calls it The Great Betrayal.
Don’t worry — they’re already plotting to reclaim everything with a single midnight fur explosion.
Day 1: The Calm Before the Feast
The eve of Thanksgiving. Your cat knows the rhythm — you’re tired, flour-streaked, and talking to the turkey like it’s a confidant. They choose their position wisely: one part strategic, one part judgmental.
Cat: “Humans think they’re hosting dinner. We’re hosting a performance. And spoiler — we’re the stars.” — Princess Tuna
Gratitude, Cat-Style 🐈⬛
- Warm laundry piles.
- Rogue turkey bits.
- Sun patches untouched by guests.
- Humans who respect the silent flick of the tail.
When the guests leave and the kitchen smells like victory and gravy, your cat finally thrives — sprawling on the couch, watching you clean up, smug in their fur-covered superiority.
Shop Bold, Nap Hard 🛍️
As your cat settles into post-feast lounging mode, treat them (and yourself) to décor and gear that match their sass.
👉 Be Bold – Shop the SCB Cat Décor Thanksgiving Collection, because gratitude may be seasonal, but snark is forever. 🐾
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Ciao,
Written for The Cat Whisperer Blog by Annie St. Germain, resident Cat Whisperer and chronicler at Snarky Cat Boutique. 🐾
