Counting the Kitty

The countdown is on with Thanksgiving one day away. Doesn't feel right to ignore it or talk about anything else. As I struggle to think of the words of gratefulness to write my cat, Phoebe, snuggles next to me. Phoebe is a persnickety kitty. She just has better things to do than hang with me.

Nearly every night I watch her slide across the wood floor in hot pursuit of a bug of some sort. But today, she found me more interesting. Since the move, she has returned to her old self. Sure, she appreciates her alone time but she loves me.

Years ago I rescued her from the jowls of death. I trapped her in my room to protect her from our unpredictable dog. We became big buds. Eventually, she weaved in with the rest of the pets and then she discovered the doggy door. After that, I lost her affection. She would lay out in the yard for hours on end.

Today, at this moment when I'm missing my family and tradition, I'm grateful for the love of Phoebe. It's not a daily occurrence that she joins me on the chair and snuggles close. That's why I cherish it and call it a blessing. These pets have brought me through so much. My son's health issues, my health issues, a CAT-5 hurricane, and so much more. So yeah, today I'm counting Phoebe as one of my biggest blessing.