It seemed like we were alone for a very long time, so after I messed up my person’s bed and tried to get into the garbage – that little wrapper fell out on its own – I swear – I decided to pass the time by taking a nap.
And I had lots of dreams. All about turkeys. Turkeys were running through my house gobbling away. I tried to catch them, but they ran away. You’d think Scratchy would help me – aren’t cats supposed to be good at catching birds? But Scratchy was taking his own nap. He must have had his own turkeys running through the house.
But then my dreams got even better. The smell of cooked turkey wafting (did I use that word?) through the house. And turkey meat filling up my dish so I could eat to my heart’s delight.
Finally, I heard my person’s car drive up and my dreams went poof. Maybe they were prophetic (another big word?) and the turkey would be coming through the door.
In came my person, and she was carrying a big plate of food – turkey and other things – and did it smell good!
So where’s mine? I was ready to gobble that plate of food up and my person wasn’t giving it to me.
What!? No turkey? This is Thanksgiving! Dogs should get turkey too.
Sorry person. I never should have doubted you.
Thanksgiving Turkey Day is the best!