It Is the Night Before Thanksgiving

And All Through the House...

The Creatures are Stirring...

But not a mouse - no definitely not a mouse - not allowed in my house!!!

The Mixer is Whirring..

And Suzie is Purring...

All in the Hope That Thanksgiving Soon Will be Here...

And the Scraps From the Feast Soon Will be Theirs...

This sad poem has been brought to you by the letters S, V, and M.

(Snoop, Suzie, Violet, and Marcia :)