The Otis Feed

Halloween is only a couple weeks away and I have yet to nail down a fur-sure costume, but I can’t be worrying about that right meow – I have bigger fish to fry. I can’t believe my ears but, appurrently, Mom and Dad are hosting Turkey Day…at our house!

Please feel furree to correct me if I’m a little out of line, but I have a few questions and concerns regarding this butter-ball-bombshell.

Fur starters, why?

There’s nothing like a doggie-bag filled with left ovfurr turkey. Does Mom even know how to cook a bird? I don’t think she has a cooking bone in her body (sorry Mom).

How many people are coming ovfurr? I really don’t like guests in my house. Hopefully they’ve all heard of the expression ‘dine-and-dash’.

What time will this meal be taking place? I might need to rearrange my catnaps.

Do the kids all know how to use their indoor voices? Purrhaps Mom can put on Furrozen fur them to watch. That should keep em’ entertained fur a hot minute, right?

I guess my biggest question is fur Mom. Does she not realize the amount of cleaning she will be doing before, during, and after this feast? It’s going to drive her nuts!

“Das a good man, Otis” Ellie said as I find my seat at the dinner table this evening. Thanks El, I don’t know if there will be enough seats to go around come turkey day, and I’m not about to miss out on my favorite meal of the year.

Move your feet, loose your seat.