Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving, everybody.  HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

What's that, Peepers?  You wanna know why I'm not wishin' a Happy Thanksgivin' to you?

Hmmm...

Well you know, I did say, EVERYBODY, Peepers.  Everybody includes you.

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So anyway...

What?  What's that, Peepers?  What's that you're babblin' on about now?

You still goin' on about not gettin' an extra special, especially for you, Thanksgivin' greetin'?

Hmmm...

Well...

Well, are you sure you deserve one, Peepers?  Are you sure you DESERVE a Happy Thanksgivin' message just for you?

Hold that thought.  I'm not finished with my question, yet.

'Cause I'm sittin' here in my nice warm house, on a big ol' fluffy cushion on the chair next to the computer, safe and dry and with an extra-full tummy, and I'm pretty sure I have lots of stuff for which to be thankful.  But I'm wonderin'...

I happen to be wonderin'...

I happen to be wonderin' if any of those things for which I have to be thankful are on account of you.

HOLD THAT THOUGHT.  I'M STILL NOT FINISHED WITH MY QUESTION, YET.

'Cause even though I know you pay the electric bill for the computer and the oil bill for the heat...

I still have some issues with the availability of food.

For example, are you aware that my bowl of kibble is currently less than full?

ARE you?

WELL?

That's what I thought.  I thought as much, for sure.  Peepers, you are so incredibly neglectful.

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What do you MEAN the bowl looks full to you?

Peepers, can you see any bowl between its rim and the top of the kibble?  Take a close look, Peepers.  Take a close look!  CLOSER!

Peepers, I do believe, that there bowl is only three-quarters full.

I'M GONNA STARVE!

And on Thanksgivin' Weekend.

Of all the neglectful peeps.

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So I'm pretty sure it's fair for me to say...

HAPPY THANKGIVING, EVERYBODY!

'Cept, of course, for my super-duper neglectful peep.

You're gonna have to try harder, Peepers.

My gosh, IMAGINE allowin' a kibble bowl to be only three-quarters full.

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