Thanksgiving is a time of gratitude and reflection. Although many agree we should count our blessings every day, the third Thursday in November marks the date even the most egocentric beings are prompted to ponder and give thanks for the positive aspects of their lives and the world around them. Yes, even the self-centered felines are encouraged to look beyond themselves and consider their bounty.
My three cats agreed to take a break from napping to contribute some items that made their list:
In my house, nothing draws a crowd like the sound of fresh litter being poured into the pan. Everyone gathers ’round and vies to be first to "go" in the untapped kitty commode.
Why do they all suddenly have to relieve themselves at the same time? Were they all walking around with full bladders, or did the soft sound of cascading litter induce a Pavlovian effect on kitty’s potty reflex? Whatever the case, my cats are grateful for the opportunity to be first in taking the pee-pee plunge in a fresh box.
Grocery shopping = an abundance of bags and boxes. As soon as I start unloading groceries, my cats begin circling like carrion birds. They know as soon as the final can is placed in the cabinet, it’s party time! Empty bags are usually sprinkled with catnip, so the anticipation is downright palpable.
And the excitement is tenfold when I return from a Costco outing. The big boxes that once housed giant jugs of barbecue sauce are now crowded with cats. Who, besides a cat, is more grateful for bags and boxes?
My Saffy is a fluffy girl, making her a target for post-litter box dangling dingleberries. I can tell she’s sporting a dangler when she starts fussing with her bottom. The other cats mock her with snooty shorthair stares, and she’s obviously embarrassed.
I immediately grab a tissue and jump to her aid, but it’s too late ÔÇô- Cosmo and Phoebe have already passed judgment. Sure, it’s easy when your short butt-fur is nice and tidy; but unruly bottom fuzz is just asking for trouble — all the more reason to be thankful each time she emerges from the litter box sans dingleberry.
Ahhh, the sweet sound of metal piercing metal ÔÇª must be dinnertime! Even in the deadest of slumbers, my cats hear the telltale sound of a can opener from across the house. At least two or three times a day, they’re grateful for that enchanting sound, although the can may not actually be for them. Even if I open a can of soup, they descend upon me like jackals.
What they’ve come to discover is that even when I’m opening a can of something for myself, if they’ve come running into the kitchen, I’ll usually give them a treat. So whether or not the can opener indicates official mealtime, they know if they show up, they’ll get something. My little jackals are forever grateful.
I have two teenagers, and one happens to be a boy. Anyone who knows teenage boys knows they aren’t the tidiest individuals. I become annoyed with this behavior; however, my cats reap the benefits of the sloppy boy-child.
Some of the grungy goodies for which my cats are grateful are:
My cats love it when we set the clocks ahead an hour, because that means their bellies get fed earlier than usual. Unlike switching to standard time, when kitties are certain we are starving them because they must wait an extra hour, the utter surprise and joy of daylight-saving time is nothing short of pure elation and gratitude.
By Thanksgiving time, they are already counting the days until March.
My cats are fascinated and grateful for the wonders of the human bathroom. They know I visit the magical room from time to time, and they take advantage of my time there in a variety of ways:
At Thanksgiving, even cats manage to dig down deeply and count a few blessings. And hopefully a few less dingleberries.
What are your cats thankful for this Thanksgiving? Let us know in the comments!