Noms.
I don't like people food. Mom can have that, except, oh man, when she brings home deli sliced turkey...
My sister...
even if we do sit at opposite ends of the recliner.
Boxes.
Windows, where I can look out but not be out.
Places to scratch.
Warm places to sleep.
Best of all. I am thankful I have a home with a mom who loves me and my sister.
I wish all kittehs could sit in someone's lap and get chin scratches this Thanksgiving. Some day. Some day.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Pilchard.