With knowledge that nobody would be around New Years I figured I'd cook a Goose that I'm sure nobody in the family would really enjoy. Boy was I wrong. Every time I went near the stove I got the claws pulling me back as to demand some of that wonderful meat. Four cats.. that's forty claws! I carved myself some of the bird and we all had a taste. Now they're gone off for a nap. I think that's where I'm headed too. Happy New Year!