It's that Time of Year

When I literally try to hide in my cage, until the coast is clear. That's right, it's Thanksgiving, where my cousins will meet their death in order to save the rest of us. Hitler did have a lasting effect across the oceans. Well, I'm here in Grafton wondering if I am dinner on Thursday. I"m trying to be optimistic, but I know the odds are not in my favor - what better way to get rid of a guest than to cook him? If only Nini were here, the licking her ass and chasing her tail would surely distract them from me.