Thanksgiving is tomorrow. I know that because I heard mom and dad talking about it. That, and Ellen talked about it yesterday.
Dad's been on vacation this week, and he and mom sat and watched Ellen, apparently a guilty pleasure for dad. Anyway, they were watching Ellen and she mentioned being thankful for stuff, so I guess I should think more about what I'm thankful for and less about what others should be thankful for, such as taking care of me, feeding me, cleaning my poop, and seeing to it that I'm as comfortable as I can be at my advanced age.
I suppose I'm most thankful for the two laps here that provide me with a warm, soft place to rest. I'm also thankful for the love of these two humans who have nothing better to do than be entertained by the fight in this old furry body when it comes to who's going to sit in which chair.
I'm also thankful for my gorgeous, glossy coat, which graces, in parts and pieces, every square inch of our home. I'm thankful for the ability to stretch and yawn, and for the fact that I still have all my own teeth.
I'm especially grateful that I wake up and breath every day, and have the energy and vitality, after a long night's sleep, to roam and wander until I find just the right spot to lay down and... go to sleep. I'm thankful that they don't make me sit and watch "Downton Abbey" with them.
I'm very thankful that I still have the ability to crunch through dry food, see clearly, poop normally, and pee freely. I've been given the chance to live out a long, spoiled, way-too-catered-to life (dad made me put that one in here), for which I will be eternally grateful.
Okay, master. There, I said it all. That enough? Mom's right- sometimes you ARE an ass. I hope you're happy. Go ahead, hit "Publish". Now leave me the hell alone!