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Post by Holly on Nov 22, 2007 16:09:26 GMT -6
Bobo paced back and forth. It had snowed last night, and he had wanted to explore, but now he was cold and wanted to come in. "Meow?" He stopped. "Meow?" Bobo was impatient right now, so he did what he Twolegs hated him to do. He started scratching on the door. He heard a screech from inside and the door burst open. Bobo scurried in and out of harm's way. His Twoleg ran after him, so he hid behind the couch. She swore and went back to the kitchen. He crept out of his hiding place and breathed in. Turkey. Bobo always loved Thanksgiving. He knew from years of experience that if he'd go to the kitchen now and start begging for food, he wouldn't get any because it wouldn't be done cooking. It would be better for him to wait until it was all done and his Twoleg's had their eyes on their guests.
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Post by Holly on Nov 23, 2007 9:59:24 GMT -6
Ding! Bobo's Twoleg rushed into the kitchen, bent over, and then camp up with a steaming, juicy turkey. Bobo licked his chops, but his Twoleg said,"Bobo. This is not for you. It's for my mom and dad and all of my sisters and brothers and grandmas and grandpas." She paused. "And my nieces and nephews." Bobo still padded into the kitchen, hiding on the other side of the "island". His mouth watered. One by one, and sometimes two by two or three by three, his Twoleg, Mary's, guests came. They talked so loud. It was a deafening sound; well, at least for him it was. Some of them walked into the kitchen and came close to stepping on his tail. Each time he'd hiss at them. "Bobo!" Oh, no... Bobo thought. It was Lucy. She came running and picked him up in an akward position. She was about 4 years old, and didn't know what Bobo could do to her, so instead of throwing a hissy fit and bite every hand and arm she had, he just growled. "Ooohh, what a pretty kitty you are!" She ran, still holding Bobo, into the living room where a lot of the men were sitting, watching the TV. "Daddy! Daddy! Look at Bobo!" "Oh yeah. Remember when Mary asked you to name him for you?" He looked at Bobo and gave him a very rough scratch on the head. "Yeah! I named him good, didn't I?" she smiled. "Yep. Now why don't you take Bobo to your play room and let us watch the game. Okay?" Lucy sighed. "Okay." Before you knew it she was smiling again as she ran down the hall and took a right. "I like staying at Aunt Mary's house, `cause then I get to play with you!" She sat down, and Bobo was about to make a run for it, but she quickly closed the door. "Now, it's time to play dress up!" Bobo silently sighed and thought about what all of the other street cats would think of this. After being dressed up in every kind of dress imaginable, finally Lucy's mom called,"Lucy! Time for dinner!" "Bobo? Do you want to go out or stay in here?" she asked. He meowed. "Okay." She opened the door and Bobo jetted out of there. Lucy giggled and skipped to the dining table. What if I'm too late? Bobo thought. He looked up on the island and jumped onto the stool. He saw it. A beautiful, cooked to perfection turkey. As soon as he was about to put a paw on the surface of the island, one of Mary's sisters said,"Oooh no you don't!" and threw him down. He hit the floor with a bump. He had always hated Kindra. He sped away to under the dinning table. His last chance. He knew Lucy didn't like turkey, and that she liked him. If he would rub up against her leg, she would be happy to give him a little snack. It took a while for everyone to get settled, but then the prayer began. Maybe... he thought. But if I try and they look up, I would be thrown out into the cold, or worse: thrown into Lucy's playroom. He decided to risk it. As the heads went down, he jumped up. Mary's grandfather said the prayer, and Bobo quietly jumped over the cranberry sauce, around the gravy, and right over the rolls. Then he was there. He quickly dug in. Yum... The prayer lasted about a minute or so. In that time Bobo had eatten until he was full, grabbed some extra meat in his jaws, and some cranberry sauce, because he liked his cranberry sauce. He had sped off the table and behind the couch in the second living room. Two seconds later he heard gasping and then yelling. He heard some stomping, so he slid under the couch where he wouldn't be seen. The stomping got closer, and Bobo spit out he food and held his breath. He heard someone, and by someone he meant Jackie, crouch down and search madly for Bobo behind the couch. When she didn't see him, she left. The people ate what was left, and Bobo ate all that he had taken. It had been delicious. He ran out from under the couch and over to the doorway. Lucy was sitting down, watching the TV by the dads as the rest of the moms cleaned up from their dinner. Lucy turned her head and spotted him. "Bobo!" she cried. Instaintly everyone looked in his direction. Uh-oh... he thought. Everyone came pounding down on him, and in the end Mary had him in her arms. "What do we think we should do with him?" she asked. "Through him outside!" Kindra yelled. "But it's a blizzard out there!" Tom yelled back. "I'll play with him in the play room!" Lucy exclaimed. Everyone looked at each other and smiled... Yet again, Bobo was forced to where every dress imaginable, along with every accessory. And this time he had an adience. All of Mary's guests were watching and laughing as Lucy slipped on a different dress. Almost everyone cried from laughing so hard when they saw him in a different dress. They laughed the hardest when Tom came and pretended to dance with him. Finally, everyone, just like they had come, went out the door one by one or two by two or three by three. "Bye Bobo!" Lucy yelled as she was pushed out the door by her parents. As soon as everyone was gone, Mary crossed her arms and smiled as she looked at Bobo. She sighed and said,"Oh Bobo; what am I ever going to do with you?" She came over to him, picked him up, and sat in the comfy chair to watch the TV. As usual, she turned on the cat channel. Bobo purred and rubbed his head against her chin. Bobo finally came to a conclusion of this Thanksgiving: It was a sucess, even though it didn't go as planned...
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