Twas the night before Thanksgiving when all through the house, not a creature was snoring, except for Daddy Big Bucks who roared like an angry grouse.
The turkey was thawing without even a care, tomorrow Mamma Jean better not burn it, she better not dare.
The family was nestled all snug in their beds, visions of gluttony danced in their heads.
I in turkey PJs had dressed up my cat, she pretty much hated it and ran from my lap.
When out of the kitchen there rose such a clatter, I sprang out of the bed to the sound of crashing platters.
Away to the kitchen I ran like a flash, to see what was happening, to discover that crash.
The microwave nightlight fell on the counters below, as I tried to make out objects at a pace quite slow.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but my cat attacking the turkey like a wolf would a deer.
With its little paws so lively and quick, I knew in an instant I had to give her a kick.
More feisty than lions her hisses they came, I whistled and shouted and called all her names.
Now Sushi! Now Sush! Now Toosh Toosh and Thooshen!
Get off of that turkey you bad little kitten!
To the top of the cabinets to the living room wall, get away from that fowl, get away from it all.
She spoke not a word but ran away from her work, it's true what they say, that Sushi is a jerk.
Laying my fingers on the side of the bird, it was clear to see it was as bad as I'd heard.
Nevertheless, we'd have to make do, I said to the turkey, we only have you.
I sprang to my work and started to whistle, as Sushi stared on, all in a tissle.
But I heard her meow as she pranced out of sight, Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to all a good night.