At our cluttered and cat-filled house,
Tommy stayed home today. Which is a good
Thing, cuz Tommy still smelled like
Turkey--which we never got ANY of!
So about noon-thirty, Tommy came in from
Doing errands, and in she came with this:
With mutterings of PetsMart and something called Black Friday
And Tommy just knew she would be too late to get one.
Really? Doesn't the store stay open til the darkness of night?
Oh well, Humans and their sayings for days of the week!
Hey, at least we were high on Tommy's Billboard chart--
Just as it really oughta be!
Anymew,within about 10 minutes this happened:
her Royal Pain in the Patoot's Mooch's tongue?