Turkey Lurky

Yesterday I was talking to CiCi and referred to her as my Turkey Lurky Girl. 

She didn't care for that at all.  She crossed her arms across her chest and pouted, "I'm not turkey urky!"

I smiled and grabbed her. 

"Oh yeah?  Well, you LOOK like a Turkey Lurky!"

"And you SMELL like a Turkey Lurky!" As a nuzzle my head into her neck and chest, sniffing her up.

She starts smiling.

"And you TASTE like a Turkey Lurky!"  As I pretend to gobble her up!

She's no longer pouting what-so-ever.

"So you MUST be a Turkey Lurky!"

"Yep!  I'm a Turkey Urky!"  She says laughing!  So it's agreed.  She's my Turkey Lurky Girl!