Happy Thanksgiving!

I don't know if I like turkey, but I will find out this week when I go to my grandparent's house for Thanksgiving. Frank, one of my cats, likes my Pooh chair, so I have to share. Frank lets me pet her now. I love the kitties, but sometimes they think I love them too much. Frank is on my daddy's back (you can see him sleeping on the carpet). I crawled on his back too, but Frank and I wouldn't sit still for a picture. Now that I can run fast and my parents let me go all over the house I have learned a few things: Dancing in front of the TV is fun, but not as much fun as reprogramming the satellite box or changing the TV to the snowy channel. Books are fun to throw, especially ones that are big and have those paper covers that tear into tiny pieces. The coffee table is just the right height for me to climb on, but I have to check and make sure I can still climb on it 20 or 30 times a day. I've heard talk of a Christmas tress coming into the den, which I have annexed to my playroom. I'm not sure what a Christmas tree is, but I will let you know if I can climb it or if it has anything fun to throw.