Happy Thanksgiving

A mom who keeps my fur shiny and clean, my nails neatly trimmed, and my eye boogers at bay

A dad who has provided me, for the most part, a lifetime of love and companionship, a roof over my head, and a warm place to sleep every night

A set of parents who love me unconditionally, even though I'm quite set in my ways and have some really, really annoying habits (We're not all that different, are we, mom and dad?)

Free reign over our home, with the exception this past year or so (off and on) of the bedroom (because of my noise, apparently)

The mere fact that I'm even alive after twenty-some-odd years

The ability to wake up every day and draw a breath, letting these two know I'm still alive

The gift of selective hearing and, sometimes, selective seeing

The distinctive title of "Most Photographed Feline in the Western Hemisphere"

The ability to provide hours and hours of entertainment, wonderment and laughter to a full time audience of two

     These are the things I'm thankful for on this Thanksgiving Day.  I know there's more, but this is all I can think of right now.  It's early.  I'm not awake yet.  Leave me alone.
 
     Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.