Whelp, Mama an' Papa left us awl day long AN' when dey comed home dey smewwed wike turkyburd. An' taters, an' punky pie an' gween beens an' Gramma an' a lot ov udder peeples we wud hav wiked to sniffed in pawson. (To say nuffin' ov tastin' dat yummy fud.)
So...Vito gotted up a nickzillyun times at nite an' evry time he nudjes Mama to pickup da cuvvers so he kin burro under. I stayed at da side ov da bed an' skritched an' chooed an' whined an' awlso gotted up on Mama's hed at wun time durin' da nite - I meen Vito cant hav awl da fun. Vito awlso almost pushed Papa owta da bed after steelin' hiz cuvvers, too.
Dey dwagged der hineys owta bed dis mornin' so Papa cud go to werk. But dey wuz not perky - nope. An' we iz still cravin' turkyburd.
Arfur
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