Her Grace and Sleekness, the Duchess of Yowl: Time to get up, Thumbs!
DoY: Get UP, Thumbs! It's morning!
Me: Holy tuna breath, what time is it?
DoY: Time to get UP! The turkey must go in the oven!
Me: What turkey?
DoY: The turkey in the kitchen.
Me: I didn't order a turkey.
DoY: Of course not. You are a complete and utter slacker, indifferent to my needs and wants.
Me: Happy Thanksgiving to you too.
DoY: I've turned on the oven, so it's preheated and ready to go.
Me: You turned on the oven? Jebus! (bolts from hammock, shark eye shade tossed aside, shark slippers forgotten, races to kitchen)
Me: Where's the turkey?
DoY (innocently) Turkey?
Me: The oven is cold!
DoY: You sound surprised.
Me: You said! Wait. How does a cat turn on an oven?
DoY: Now that you're up, I'd like tuna for breakfast.
Me: Is it too early for vodka?
Alexa: It's never too early for vodka.
Happy Thanksgiving from Her Grace and Sleekness the Duchess of Yowl,
slightly befuddled handmaiden, Thumbs.