I’ve always thought Thanksgiving is the purest holiday.
The cats agree. Our reasons differ.
It seems to me there’s no more honest, simple, deep-down-true reason to celebrate than to simply say thank you. If we overflow with gratitude at least one day a year, that’s a very good start.
It seems to the cats that if we overflow with food one day a year, that’s a very sad excuse for missing the other 364 days. But, it’s a start.
We’ll all be too busy feasting and thanking God for our own beasts and people today to spend much time in the blogiverse, so I’ll keep this short.
I thank God every time I remember you – which is constantly. Without you, there is no Tabby’s Place. Without you, we cats and humans would be in this alone.
But we never walk alone.
The cats thank you for letting them be themselves, again and again and again. (They also thank you in advance for bringing them all your giblets. All your giblets. Leave no giblet behind, or face the wrath of Jackie.)
Even in the bittersweet days – days of hurricanes or unspeakable losses – the purest holiday may be our best medicine. May we take the cats’ advice and carry Thanksgiving forward for the next 364 days. (Just not the leftovers, unless you are really desperate to see your old buddy Sal Monella.)
May we trade fear for gratitude, panic for prayer. Cats don’t have time for anxiety. Neither, if we’re honest, do we.
Now go forth and be grateful…and know that you are the reason for unparalleled, anxiety-busting, bliss-boosting gratitude at Tabby’s Place.