I'm so thankful. And thankful for so many things.
To live in a free country.
For the men and women in uniform who sacrifice daily to keep our country free.
For the men and women from our allied countries with whom we stand shoulder-to-shoulder, keeping freedom real and possible for others.
For those who fight our fires, rescue our lost and endangered, and keep our streets safe. And for the loving families they go home to.

And I'm thankful for all of you. All of you! Such good and loving friends.

And, I'm thankful for Family.
For the Sandy Man, so very far away.
For the Grad Student, who's not quite so far away, but still, not home for the holiday.
For her brother, who lives in our hearts.
For the SK's and their mom and dad, for all the grandmothers and aunts and uncles and cousins, sister's and brothers-in-law.
What a blessing is family!

Where ever you are, you're in my heart today.

Bless the LORD, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name! Ps. 103

Happy Thanksgiving!

No Additives or Preservatives

Oh, hi! Hold on a second, let me finish this up and I'll be right with you.
What? Oh! I'm preparing my mom's daily supplements.

See, it's my considered opinion, supported by copious research and field trials, that a daily infusion of Salivus felinus (otherwise known as cat spit) is a great aid to the human immune system.


It is only through such frequent infusions that our humans can remain in top shape. And we all know why they need to remain in top shape, don't we?
The better to serve us, my dear!

As a matter of fact, I'm putting down my mom's recent bouts of illness to a LACK of daily supplements..see, she was on the other side of the world and I wasn't! And I will NOT countenance her taking supplements from any other but ME!

Happy Sunday!

Gosh, it's a pretty day!
I love Sundays. Mom rests, we cuddle and I have plenty of time to practice making biscuits on her tum. Oh, and there's usually a nap. 'Course, I nap whenever I want. But mom-not so much. But on Sunday-she takes a nap, too! And I with her.

Happy Sunday!

Annual PurrFurMance Review

Across the Cat Blogosphere, the Purrformance Reviews are being revealed. Here at my house, there's no exception, tho' I find it the most disappointing of exercises. Do look:

Quantity of Output: While my mom has endeavored in the past to post daily, my blog has suffered from neglect of late. Although she counters with "extenuating circumstances" I remind her there is a feature on Blogger whereby she may post IN ADVANCE.
Two Paws

Quality of Output: I must say that, when she posts, she does a passable job vis-a-vis content and visual media, so I am moderately pleased with her purrformance in this category.
Four Paws

Client Pawticipation: Because my mom has set up Twitter and Facebook accounts this year, as well as the Gmail address and Catster accounts I already had, I'll give her a good score for this one.
Four Paws

Pawticipation Part II: This is one category in which I am abysmally represented across the Blogosphere. I am seldom entered into contests and my pawticipation in group events and parties is spotty at best.
TWO SWATS

Client Satisfaction: I adore my friends. All my friends. But I must say I long to hear from more of them. I have a faithful complement of visitors daily, but, despite my best efforts, I see my numbers as stagnant across the board. Perhaps visitors find me boring? Perhaps I do not excite that fellow feeling I so long to reciprocate? Perhaps my visitors do not find my blog a congenial locale?
Ah, well. Maybe I'm just too weird.
TWO SWATS

Overall Rating: I must say that this was not one of my better years here in the Cat Blogosphere. Tho' I rack my brain, I cannot think of what to say to my mom that will encourage her to try harder. I'll have to refer this Purrformance Review to the Zoolatry Girls to help me determine her final score.

If you have any suggestion, however slight, that you could offer my mom that would help her to bring her scores up, PLEASE! Leave it in comments!

Bleh.

For The Nonce

What're you doin' today? As you see, this is my POD. That's Plan-of-the-Day. Military-types say, "PeeOhDEE".
Anyway, this is pretty much it. Oh, don't be fooled by my placid demeanor, though. There's more goin' on than meets the eye. But, with cats there usually is, eh? I've come to a decision. I am so way OVER Ol' Harold. I can't catch the lil' creep on account of he won't stand still long enough and I'm sure he'd be all stringy and tough anyways, so I'm turnin' my attention to more profitable endeavors.

Angus' Mom: Would that decision have anything to do with Ol' Harold's retreat to his winter nest, Angus?

MOOO-OOOM!
You are NOT supposed to put your own words in here. And NO, it doesn't have a THING to do with that. The two events just happen to be concurrent. So there.
Now, please return to your normal duties and type!
As I was sayin', before bein' so rudely interrupted, I've got other things to do. Christmas is comin', eh? And that means decoratin' to snoopervise and many much whappage to undertake.

But, for the nonce, I am as you see.

What're you doin' today?

The Least of These

This is my purrin' and purrayin' face.

There's an awful lot of our friends who need some purrs and some purrayers right now:

Mr. Tigger and Socks -Come Home!
QM Rose-She has a hurting heart.
There are so many sick kitties and sick Beans and Beans who need jobs. There are so many needs in the Cat Blogosphere AND in the Dogs With Blogs-osphere.

Won't you join me in visitin' them and lovin' them and purrin' for them? If you believe in purrayer, I know He listens.

Talk About, Talk About, Talk About Groovin'

I know you guys are soooooo tired of hearing about this, but it's DRAMA in my life, I'm tellin' ya!
You know what I'm talkin' about-yep. Ol' Harold. He's been in such a flurry to get his work done since the cold front moved in, he's been a wee bit ruder than the norm.
Look:

D'you see him? He's up there all puffed up and bossy, tellin' me his rights and wherefores and "natural order of things"-nesses, and I'm tellin' you, it's makin' me crazy!
He spends so much time talkin' and I keep tellin' him he can talk all he wants but it's still MY yard and I'm the biggest Wahoo in it and if he thinks he can change those two facts, well, he's mighty welcome to try!

This is his reply.

Wordless Wednesday