Zoe Gives Thanks
The Thanksgiving holiday is fast approaching . . . that time of year when our thoughts turn from cursing our daily frustrations to counting our many blessings. So, it seemed appropriate to use this month’s post to share with all of you some of the things I am most grateful for.
Before I get into that, though, I’d like to introduce myself to those who may not know me. My name is Zoe the Fabulous Feline, and I write stories about my life. Emily is my human; she is also a fabulous creature—sometimes. With that out of the way, let’s get to it.
Every day, I give thanks for:
• Being of the feline species (and fabulous—of course).
• Having a best friend like Bella; she’s a dog, but I forgive her for that.
• The friendship of other felines, like Burt, Belle, and Barre (almost as fabulous as moi).
• Carpets, a natural fur brush and the perfect place to leave my human little gifts . . . like dead bugs and hairballs.
• Fancy Feast Sliced Roast Turkey Smothered in Gravy and Milk. So yummy!
• My fans and friends; that is, all of you, who are also fabulous—of course.
The last two items that I count among my blessings warrant a bit more elaboration and context. I am grateful for:
My new bed. I’ve had my good-sized, oval-shaped bed for some time now. It was a pretty, powder-blue and white affair. One day not too long ago, I saw Emily pick it up off the floor. I thought she was going to throw it in the laundry. And I would have been okay with that. But did she wash it? No. She threw it away. A perfectly good bed! Sure, if you didn’t know better, you’d have thought the bed was gray and black but, still, it was a good bed, even if a little too big for me. Well, I liked my old bed, and so I had to snub the new one for a little while, just to show Emily that she’s not the boss of me. Finally, though, the day came when I climbed in and curled up, and found that the bed’s small, round form fit my body snug as a glove. I immediately fell asleep. My new bed is so comfortable that I find myself turning in earlier than usual and sleeping in most mornings. In fact, it’s so cozy that I never even try to sneak onto Emily’s bed anymore. And that brings me to the last item on my list of blessings.
My human’s bed. I must confess. I always liked my human’s bed. But, as some of you might remember, Emily has this “thing” about animals on the bed. She loves animals, she just doesn’t love them on her bed. I don’t know why not. I mean . . . so I leave some fur and an occasional claw on the linens. What’s the big deal? Anyway, we would go through this ritual every night: I would find my way to her bed and she would chase me off. And after she fell asleep, I’d get back on the bed again. I was stubborn about this just to show her that—say it with me—she’s not the boss of me. But now that she’s bought me this oh-so-cozy new bed, I don’t need to—oh! Wait just a gosh-darned second . . .
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