I woke up this morning and thought it was Xmas! Really, I did. It was the smell you see, the smell of Turkey.....
Oh well, that's it, I am awake, I am down in the kitchen with my face pressed up against the front of the oven, the light has since gone out and now I have to peer harder into it's dark depths and catch me a shimmer of silver foil and the look of the hump on the shelf. That, my dear friends is all I can hope for in this here oven. This is my life, everything I live for, the whole reason for my existence! I will now perform a ritual dance to get me a piece of that sweet turkey in my dishy.
Firstly, I will prance and dance and YAWP like never before. I will cavort with Momma and kiss her at every opportunity, even if it means launching my self at her from a distance, this usually gets the attention I am after, then I will jump down and flit about her feet, nearly knocking her over as we trip and cavort together and I draw her ever closer to the oven to make my intentions clear.
I will race at eye level, but occasionally, I slip and end up balanced on one paw looking dignified as though it was part of my routine. I will sit on top of the cat post and check out the oven from afar, you see, both the heat and the smell linger up there and I have the vantage point to see and sniff in equal amounts, it is also a good launch pad for an unsuspecting ManSlave as he puts the rubbish out! Sucker - get that dude every time!
I will endeavour to YAWP so loudly that I drown out the Sunday 'cleaning music' and eventually either I get the Sunday p around my arse (which I quite like) or the music gets turned off! Either way, neither of them puts me off my stride. I am here on this planet for a reason and my reason is Sunday Lunch in my favourite flavour TURKEY!