With A Thanks We Bring Out The Tanks!

It's thanksgiving day for those slow pokeys below my Canadian bay. There they will sit and be thankful for a bit. Then off they will go and stomp on people the next day at some Walmart show. Wow, impressive you humans are. No wonder I hear cats want to turn you to tar.

First cats are giving up their favorites toys,

Those that brought them joys.

To ship through the mail,

And pop out with fists of hail.

See, what did I tell you?

Humans are through.

With such a stance,

You stand no chance.

Cats will even rule space.

Those aliens will be a dead race.

No more probing by vets,

Are also safe bets.

Yoga is being used.

So you will be amused

Then with a twist,

You'll get batted with a fist.

Also nothing is off limits at all.

The computer at your hall,

Will be taken apart.

And sold for cat food at Walmart.

Weapons will be packed away.

And sent to your bay.

There they will go boom.

Spelling your doom.

And if you get too close.

You will be hunted like a mouse.

Then shot with laser eyes.

That will be such a surprise.

Even contracting out.

To make the humans pout.

Except for the trout.

They are eaten and have no clout.

Your water will be drained too.

Making you all dehydrated at your zoo.

Then you will be easy pickings,

Ready for some cat lickings.

And to show the seriousness of the cause.

Out come the claws.

For practice on the mutt,

Has advantages as down go each human nut!

Aren't you thankful for the cat? Now you have been warned at your mat. I have no opinion on the cause. I just provide them soemthing other than claws. It comes in a can and will give you a different colored tan. Maybe the war will pass? If not, it will surely amuse my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.