I can has turkey?

Our little paws patter on the kitchen floor
as Mom opens up the oven door.
We look at her impatiently
as she bastes the golden brown turkey.

"Not yet," she says, and we glide away
off to chase imaginary prey.
But soon we tire, settle down,
and doze, dreaming of a turkey brown.

In this dream so there's not a bone,
just turkey meat - ours alone.
We awaken to a clatter,
food on the table, the bird on a platter.

We start to yowl and meow loud and clear.
Mom walks to the kitchen and says "Look here!"
We start to follow, the smell is a lure,
there's a plate on the floor, its turkey noms for sure!

We eats and eats till there's room for no more.
Don't worry Mom, not one crumb on the floor!
Later that night, We settles in mom's lap
for a purry, fuzzy, kitty cat nap.

"Thanksgiving Day is surely the best!"

...pop...

Wow what a day dream Zulu! Mom's vegetarian OMC! The only turkey we're going to see is on yer head MOL. Happy Thanksgiving to Evfurryone =^_^=