Cats & turkeys (not my story, but obviously someone else's experience)

Cat's Twelve Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas, my cat ruined for me - a brand new Christmas tree
On the second day of Christmas, my cat accompanied me - to the vet after eating all the frozen turkey
On the third day of Christmas, my cat wrecked for me - thirteen ornaments on my Christmas tree
On the fourth day of Christmas, my cat broke for me - a statue in my Lenox nativity
On the fifth day of Christmas, my cat scratched for me - the kid who collects for charity
On the sixth day of Christmas, my cat opened for me - the presents beneath my Christmas tree
On the seventh day of Christmas, my cat lost for me - the pearls I bought for Mary
On the eighth day of Christmas, my cat helped me - put the tinsel back on the tree
On the ninth day of Christmas, my cat destroyed for me - my Christmas card list by hitting the computer's delete key
On the tenth day of Christmas, my cat hid from me - the remote control from my TV
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my cat ate for me - the drumsticks off my turkey
On the twelfth day of Christmas my cat rested. And so, thank goodness, so did I.