Chorus: Dad's havin Ize Kreme!!

And the Mob quickly gathers...

KAT on the arm of the Kliner chair;
TWO Dawgs on the floor (to begin with)...

ALL Eyes Follow the Spoon...
Dip, up to the mouth, down to The Dish, Dip...

Da Kat *quivvers* in anticipation...
"meeYurp?? MeeYurp??"
Da Dawgs *drool* ...

Boots *watches* intently...
timing his move...
The loaded spoon rises...
*JAB* as Da Paw lashes out ~
(Ize Kreme is hard to *grab* off a spoon -
but he usually manages to make enough contact to have a good paw-lick!)

FINALLY! The empty-dish *CLINK* is heard!

Dawgs leap to action - Paws on the kliner seat,
tongues at the ready...

*Klink* *KLINK* *Scrrrrape*
The Spoon is loaded for da Kat...
He manages to *Lick* & *Purrrrrr* his treat off the spoon -
While the Dawgs *polish* the bowl off together.

"Dad!? How bout a Bisquit now; ta clean our tooferz??"

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