A Special Thanksgiving With Finicky Felines and Smoochin’ Pooches The aroma of roasted turkey and pumpkin spice filled the air, a symphony of scents that signaled the arrival of Thanksgiving. In the cozy, sun-drenched living room, a gathering of Finicky Felines and Smoochin’ Pooches prepared for their annual feast. First, there was Princess Fluffybutt, a Persian with a perpetually disgruntled expression. She surveyed the scene with a critical eye, sniffing at the meticulously arranged decorations. "Honestly," she huffed, "are those catnip mice really necessary?" Then came Sir Reginald, a distinguished Siamese, who was more concerned with the seating arrangements. "I simply must be near the salmon pate," he declared, adjusting his tiny bow tie. Meanwhile, the Smoochin’ Pooches were in a state of pure, unadulterated joy. Buster, a golden retriever, wagged his tail with such enthusiasm that he nearly knocked over the cranberry sauce. Bella, a sweet-faced beag...