this was my first thanksgiving and i am impressed.  for several days in a row there was lots of activity in the house.  the gal filled planters, painted walls, cleaned the kitchen, ran the vacuum, brought stuff down from the attic, put stuff up in the attic, in and out, round and round, noise noise noise, all of which gave me a chance to bolt out the door again, which was nice, and yes i was a good boy and came back in when called.

then the bustle ceased and the gal and mr. her husband walked out the front door with suitcases in hand.  they said good-bye, but didn’t say where they were going.  did get the house ready so the fractious femmes and i could celebrate with a few laps across the ceiling and naps on the kitchen counters?  it seems that way.  i suppose a lot of people felt lonely without their loved ones on a day when being with family and friends is essential.  but the truth is i wasn’t lonely at all.  i had a great day giving the girls a good chase, and if they were honest, i think they’d say they enjoyed it too.  i’ve noticed that i’ve been smiling a lot these days because we chase each other, me them and they me, which means we’re doing something new:  we’re playing.  who would have thought it?  so today i’m thankful for this nice clean house and we three cats  who are learning to play, and–don’t tell anyone i said this–learning to love.  purr, y’all.