Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving, everybody.  HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

What's that, Peepers?  You wanna know why I'm not wishin' a Happy Thanksgivin' to you?

Hmmm...

Well you know, I did say, EVERYBODY, Peepers.  Everybody includes you.

MOUSES!

So anyway...

What?  What's that, Peepers?  What's that you're babblin' on about now?

You still goin' on about not gettin' an extra special, especially for you, Thanksgivin' greetin'?

Hmmm...

Well...

Well, are you sure you deserve one, Peepers?  Are you sure you DESERVE a Happy Thanksgivin' message just for you?

Hold that thought.  I'm not finished with my question, yet.

'Cause I'm sittin' here in my nice warm house, on a big ol' fluffy cushion on the chair next to the computer, safe and dry and with an extra-full tummy, and I'm pretty sure I have lots of stuff for which to be thankful.  But I'm wonderin'...

I happen to be wonderin'...

I happen to be wonderin' if any of those things for which I have to be thankful are on account of you.

HOLD THAT THOUGHT.  I'M STILL NOT FINISHED WITH MY QUESTION, YET.

'Cause even though I know you pay the electric bill for the computer and the oil bill for the heat...

I still have some issues with the availability of food.

For example, are you aware that my bowl of kibble is currently less than full?

ARE you?

WELL?

That's what I thought.  I thought as much, for sure.  Peepers, you are so incredibly neglectful.

MOUSES!

What do you MEAN the bowl looks full to you?

Peepers, can you see any bowl between its rim and the top of the kibble?  Take a close look, Peepers.  Take a close look!  CLOSER!

Peepers, I do believe, that there bowl is only three-quarters full.

I'M GONNA STARVE!

And on Thanksgivin' Weekend.

Of all the neglectful peeps.

MOUSES!

So I'm pretty sure it's fair for me to say...

HAPPY THANKGIVING, EVERYBODY!

'Cept, of course, for my super-duper neglectful peep.

You're gonna have to try harder, Peepers.

My gosh, IMAGINE allowin' a kibble bowl to be only three-quarters full.

MOUSES!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgivin', everybody.  HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Yup, the calendar has rolled around once more and this weekend is the weekend we Canadian kitties and peeps are feelin' all thankful.

Now I say weekend although technically, I do believe, the actual holiday is tomorrow on account of the calendar sayin' tomorrow is Thanksgivin' Monday; and all the shops will be closed then while they're all open today, but...

But let's face it, peeps out there are celebratin' all weekend, to be sure.  In fact, here at my house, the peeps are havin' pumpkin' pie today instead of tomorrow, although I'm pretty sure there will be pie left over for tomorrow's dinner.

But it will be LEFTOVER pie, if you know what I mean.

MOUSES!

But anyway...

But anyway, since we're talkin' about peeps bein' thankful and stuff, I wrote up a little list of things for which Peepers should be thankful.

Right at the top of the list was me.

Of course.

MOUSES!

But there are other things for ol' Peepers to be thankful about, for sure.  Things like...

Well...

Well like she's always sayin' how great it is that where we live it's easy for her to go out for walks and stuff on account of the streets bein' quiet as long as no one is playin' street hockey.  Plus the business 'bout the roads bein' relatively flat, which apparently makes walkin' all the more easy.

Although she didn't go out walkin' this mornin' on account of it bein' cold AND Saffron decidin' to curl up by her feet while she was checkin' the temperature on TV to see exactly HOW cold it happened to be.

I say she has even more to be thankful for than that.  For instance, those road hockey games that occasionally pop up?

Well...

WELL TRY BEIN' THANKFUL FOR THE FACT YOU'VE NEVER BEEN HIT IN THE HEAD BY A PUCK!

Although truth be told, if she had been hit in the head by a puck, that might explain a few things.

MOUSES!

And speakin' of walkin'...

And speakin' of walkin', ol' Peepers should be thankful I don't insist upon goin' out walkin' with her on account of the fact that if I did, I'd need to get me some walkin' shoes for my paws.  And not just one pair, either.  No sirree, I'd be needin' TWO pairs of those shoes on account of my walkin' on all four feet.  She should be super thankful she doesn't have to go out and buy me a whole whack of shoes.

Not to mention not havin' to put those shoes on my paws each time we went out.

Which, I can assure you, would not go over well with yours truly.

MOUSES!

And then there's the weather.  Oh sure, this mornin' was chilly but do you know what else makes you shiver in your shoes or your boots?

Snow, that's what.

MOUSES!

SHE SHOULD BE THANKFUL IT HASN'T YET STARTED TO SNOW.

And speakin' of snow, once the snow starts fallin' and the roads turn to ice, she might not get to go out walkin', and I'm sure I'll be hearin' tonnes of complaints about that.

BUT SHE SHOULD JUST BE THANKFUL I'M A KITTY AND UNLIKE DOGGIES, I ENJOY THE BENEFITS OF INDOOR PLUMBING, INSTEAD OF INSISTIN' ON BEIN' WALKED WHEN IT'S TWENTY BELOW.

MOUSES!

But I'm gettin' ahead of myself, my friends.  Yup, I'm gettin' ahead of myself, for sure.  There's no sign of snow on the immediate horizon - I checked - and now that it's afternoon, the air has warmed up, the sun is shinin', and it's a really beautiful day.  Peepers might get to have that walk, after all!

And she should be thankful for that.

Although not necessarily as much as she should be thankful for me.  'Cause knowin' a kitty such as myself is somethin' for which peeps should be very thankful, for sure.

Know me?  She gets to love me!  She gets to love me, love me up, and enjoy my company every single day.

Lucky peep.

MOUSES!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

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And remember:

IF IN DOUBT,

DON'T. GO. OUT.

Continue to practice SOCIAL DISTANCIN' measures

AND KEEP WASHIN' YOUR PAWS.

MOUSES!

Remember to mask up, too.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

It's that time of year, my friends, when I, Seville the Cat, count my many blessings.

Yup, you guessed it.   This is the weekend of the Canadian Thanksgivin'.

So...

So Happy Thanksgivin', everybody!

HAPPY THANKSGIVIN'!

And for what am I, Seville the Cat, thankful, you ask?

Well...

Well for starters, I'm thankful that I'm a Canadian kitty.  I mean, if I weren't Canadian, I wouldn't be spendin' this weekend celebratin' Thanksgivin'.

MOUSES!

And speakin' of mouses and the like, another thing for which I, Seville the Cat, am thankful, is the word, MOUSES.  It's such a versatile word, you see.  It can mean so very many things.  And had it not been for my late, great brother Nissy, the world wouldn't even have such a word.  So I AM EXTREMELY THANKFUL for Nissy havin' invented it.

MOUSES!

See?  See what I just did there?  That time, I used MOUSES! in a celebratory way, whereas earlier, I used it like one follows the punchline of a joke.

Ba-dum bum.  Tssh.

Yeah, MOUSES is a SUPER versatile word, for sure.

MOUSES!

Now let's see, what else is there that...

Oh!  OH!  OH!  I just thought of another thing.

I, Seville the Cat, am extremely thankful for my peeps.

Now you might be thinkin' I'm thankful for 'em on account of their feedin' me, and housin' me, and givin' me treats, but actually....

Okay, so I am pretty thankful for that.  BUT I'M ALSO thankful for all the fodder they - particularly Peep #1 - provide for my blog.  My gosh, if it weren't for Peep #1's constant crazy behaviour, I'd have practically NOTHIN' to write about at all.

Why...

Why if it weren't for her, I'd be totally dependent upon the craziness of politicians and celebrities and the like.  Not to mention all those otherwise Perfectly Pedestrian Peeps who keep gettin' caught on camera while Publicly Peein', Perhaps even Poopin', without...  You know...  Scoopin'.

And I assure you, as a cat, I HAVE NEVER DONE THAT.

Okay, so there was that one time last summer...

But in my defence, I HAD NO IDEA I could be seen from the road.  And I certainly had no idea that what those peeps were holdin' in their paws, were cameras.

Darned moused-up Pawarazzi.

MOUSES!

But back to the providin' of fodder for my blog.  The thing is, all those late-night TV hosts and comedians have pretty much got the political-celebrity-peein'-in-public market all tied up, so...

So thanks-be-to-goodness for my peeps' incessant crazy behaviour and stuff.

MOUSES!

And that brings us to nip.  That's right, I, Seville the Cat, am very thankful for my stash of the nip.

Of course...

Of course I am havin' to grow the stuff myself, on account of Peep #1 bein' better at killin' catnip than growin' it.  But luckily for me, it turns out I'm a dab paw at growin' catnip, so yeah, I'm pretty darn thankful for that.

I'm also thankful for all of my pals from all over the world.

My gosh, without pals, what would a kitty like me do?

Huh, without pals, I'd have to spend all my time with those fur-sibs of mine, and let me tell you somethin', that would not be a good thing at all.

It's not that I don't love 'em, 'cause actually, I do.

Kinda.

Sorta.

You know.

It's just that...

Well it's just that SOMETIMES - more often than not - they drive me a little crazy and stuff.

MOUSES!

Of course, they are good for takin' the blame when I get into mischief and things.  So I guess I'm pretty thankful for that.

I'm also thankful for the food in my dishes, and the roof over my head, 'cause you know, not all cats have those things.  And I'm thankful that sometimes I can even help out a kitty or two who don't have safe places to sleep or enough kibble to eat.  Yeah, I'M REALLY THANKFUL for that.

'Cause you know what they say...

They say, givin' a helpin' paw to those in need, is a very, very good thing, indeed.

And I'm also thankful for...

Hmmm...

Actually, I think I've pretty much got it covered, for now.  But I'll be EXTRA THANKFUL tonight, when the peep gives me extra treats on account of it bein' Thanksgivin' and all, and..

What's that, Peepers?  You didn't hear 'bout how you're REQUIRED BY LAW to give all us cats extra treats on Thanksgivin' and stuff?

WELL WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, WOMAN?  I mean, EVERYONE knows that.  Everyone.  EVERYONE!  Everyone from Canadian coast to coast to coast.

Please excuse me, my friends, for I must now go and explain to the peep 'bout the necessity of extra Thanksgiving Day treats.

MOUSES!

Oh, and uh...

HAPPY THANKSGIVIN', MY FRIENDS.

HAPPY THANKSGIVIN'!

Happy Thanksgiving!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYBODY!

That's right, here in Canada, this is Thanksgiving weekend. Thanksgiving Day is actually tomorrow, I do believe.  At least that's what the calendar says. Wait a minute.  Let me check on that.  Be right back.

Okay, I'm back.  Yup, that's what it says.  The calendar says that tomorrow is Thanksgiving Monday but only here in Canada.  Nothing marked for today although I know a lot of Canadian cats and peeps are having the big special dinner this evening.  Lots of peeps will be travelling tomorrow, I suppose.  Maybe that's why they do the dinner on Sunday.

When I was checking the calender, I noticed that tomorrow is also Columbus Day in the United States.  Actually, I already knew that.  Bet most cats do.  Bet most peeps do, too.

But did you all know that tomorrow is also Health and Sports Day in Japan?  I never knew that before but it says so right there on my calender so it must be true.

I would imagine that on a day called Health and Sports Day, cats and peeps should be active. Celebrate being active, in fact.  Lots of peeps here in Canada will go out walking or hiking tomorrow, I suppose .  If you have good weather and the day off, why not?  That's healthy.  It's kind of sporty, too.

I think I'll encourage my peeps to have a fun-filled afternoon of wand toys and nip mice with me. Maybe toss a ball around.  I always enjoy watching the peeps go fetch the knitted ball they throw to me.  You know, after I totally ignore it.  Ah yes, good times, for sure.

Oohhh..  and then there are the turkeys.  I've been hearing an awful lot about turkeys leading up to Thanksgiving weekend and from what I've been hearing, some of those turkeys are pretty darned big.  Cooking turkey dinner could be a sport in of itself, don't you think?  Kind of like lifting weights for cooks.  MOUSES!

For all I know, eating turkey dinner might be a sport for some, too.  MOUSES!

At my house, the turkey all comes in tins and they're never all that heavy.  Well...  individual tins aren't very heavy but I suppose that if Peep #1 were to go around lifting whole cases of those tins, it could be considered a sporting event of some sort.  I'll have to check the facts on that and see if it's something we could get into the Olympics.  If so, I bet Peep #1 could win, for sure.  We give her lots of practice, you see.

Of course we cats would continue to provide practice opportunities, for the peep, by eating the turkey in those tins which would require her to go back to the store to get more.  More tins.  More athletic training, for sure.  MOUSES!

Anyone know if the Olympic gold medals are made of real gold?  I'm wondering because if we cats were to help the peep out by eating the tinned turkey so that she could win a medal for lifting the tins of turkey and giblets, we cats would be entitled to some of that gold, would we not?  And we could use the gold from that medal to buy us a real turkey dinner.

In case you were wondering about these tins of turkey and whatnot, let me explain.  My peeps are vegetarians.  'Nough said.  MOUSES!

That's enough about turkeys.  Now let's talk pumpkin pie.

Peep #1 made pumpkin pie yesterday.  Oddly enough, the pumpkin for the pumpkin pie came in a tin, too.  Just like our turkey.  You think it might be turkey?  MOUSES!

Nope, Ol' Peepers here says it's not.  She says it's one hundred percent pumpkin.  At least that's what it says on the tin.

Ever wonder why the tins of pumpkin say they contain one hundred percent pumpkin?  Ever wonder that?  I mean, what else would they contain? Squash?

This just in...  BREAKING NEWS...   Apparently, some tins of pumpkin do contain squash.  MOUSES!

But back to that pumpkin pie.  You know, the one the peep made, yesterday.  It's in the fridge right now but I'm thinking, it's going to be coming out later today and when it does, I'll be waiting.

To tell you the truth, I'm not overly interested in the pie itself.  I know a lot of cats enjoy a little pumpkin now and then but really, I'm not one of those cats.  And although I personally witnessed Peep #1 adding whipping cream - which I love - to that pie, I also personally witnessed her adding a whole bunch of spices like cloves and nutmeg and cinnamon.  And it gets worse.  She also added... wait for it...  orange.  ORANGE.  Could you believe it?  MOUSES!

For your information, Peepers, we cats do not like oranges.  Don't like anything citrus at all. MOUSES!

Long story short, the peep completely ruined the pie but...

But I'm betting she'll be whipping up some additional whipping cream to go on top of that pie and when she does, I'm gonna be there like cheese on a nip pizza.  I'm gonna snag some of that cream, for sure.

I know, I know...  I know what you're thinking.  You're thinking, we marmalade cats were cut off from the cream when Anderson was knighted Sir Fartsalot.  Lactose intolerance, you see.

Well you'd be right about that but I'm right about something, too.  What I'm right about is that what the peep doesn't know, won't hurt her.  If the peep doesn't see me getting the cream, she'll never be any the wiser.

Of course, this does not apply to Anderson.  Andy can't have any cream.  Peep might not see him lapping up the cream but sooner or later, she'll smell him, for sure.  We don't call him Sir Fartsalot for nothing, you see.  MOUSES!

What the peep doesn't know, won't hurt her...  Remember this, kitties.  Remember it well. Comes in handy when a fur-sib brings a dead mouse or something into the house and deposits it on a bed. As long as you get that corpse out of the house before your peeps see it, you'll be okay. Comes in handy when you bring in a dead mouse or something, too.  MOUSES!

Not that I've ever done any such thing.  Never done anything like that at all.  Why... Uh...  I... Ummm...  Never mind.  MOUSES!

But turkeys and pumpkins and tins of pumpkin-impersonating-squash aside, THIS IS THANKSGIVING WEEKEND, a time for being thankful, for sure.  So count up your blessings and recognise that those blessings are all things for which we should be thankful.

Let's see..

I'm thankful for the fact that even though I won't be having a real turkey dinner on account of my peeps' vegginess, I will be having the kind of turkey that comes in tins along with their giblets, whatever those are.  I'm kind of thankful I don't actually know what giblets are, too.  And I'm thankful that even though Peep #1 totally ruined the pumpkin pie by adding those icky spices and orange to it, there will still be some uncontaminated whipped cream for me to snag when she's not looking.

I'm also thankful for having a warm place to sleep at night where I'm safe and I'm loved.  And I'm thankful that my fur-sibs are basically pretty good fur-sibs to have.  And I'm thankful that even though nosy-neighbour-cat has been hanging around my house a lot as of late, he does have his own home and family and I'm thinking he'll be spending Thanksgiving with them.

I'm thankful for this wonderful planet we all share, called Earth.  Thankful for clean air and clean water and lots of pretty scenery.  For soft breezes to feel on my nose and for the rustle of leaves I can hear under my paws.  And talking about leaves,  they're beginning to colour up nicely and I'm ever-so-thankful that I get to enjoy them at this time of year.

But most of all, I'm thankful for my peeps.  They're pretty good peeps, I should think.  Oh sure, they could be better.  There's always room for improvement, you see.  I've even given them lists of suggestions for areas where improvement might be needed but apparently, my peeps have selective reading skills or something because so far they've taken none of my suggestions to heart. But by and large, as far as peeps go, I think they're pretty darned good, for sure.  Well acceptable, at least.


And of course, I'm thankful for all of you.  I'm thankful for each and every one of you who read my blog, twice a week, every week.  I'm thankful for any of you who just drop on by, occasionally, too.  I'm thankful for getting the chance to know you and thankful that you have chosen to be my friends.  And I'm thankful that you have accepted my friendship in return.  I am thankful that together, we can all be one big happy family and when it comes to Thanksgiving, family and friends is what it's all about, for sure.

So HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYBODY!  May you spend this weekend surrounded by loving family and friends and may you all enjoy many Thanksgivings to come.