Tigger and I got to eat our Ham on the table this year. Which is kinda ironic, because of what I wrote in My First Thanksgiving story for TT's 100th Post Contest. Here it is: I was only 4 months old my first Thanksgiving and I loved jumping up on the table. Mr. Tigger and Ariel warned me that I would get in trouble, especially with all the family coming over. I thought no way, cause I was only a kitten and kittens get all the breaks. So while Mom and daughterbean was getting everything ready. I jumped up on the chair and poked my nose over the table, hoping no one would see me, and boy, was that Turkey smelling good. So I reached my paw out, geez I just wanted a taste and zap it was raining in the house. I looked around and saw sonbean with the squirt bottle. He never like me anyway! So I jumped down and walked over to Mom and gave her my sorrowfulest mew and she picked me up and petted me. And she said, did that mean son of mine squirt you? Then she put me down and gave Mr. Tigger, Ariel and me a big plate of turkey. Boy was it good. Later in the day I got even with the son by climbing up his leg with my sharp kitten claws and (hehehe) he had shorts on.
Cool Kitty Places to Visit and Be A Part Of This Weekend!
Board the Friday Ark at The Modulator
Bad Kitty Cats Festival of Chaos is at Mog & Kitty Cats at Mind of Mog • Optional Theme - Whiskers Or Ears
The Carnival of the Cats is going to Wonkitties