THANKFUL THURSDAY

I like to tell secrets, so don't ever tell me yours, as it won't be a secret for long.  Meow.  When I first came to live here, I thought I'd been adopted by a crazy lady [well, that's still true].  Weekly, from some hidden place, she would get out Mr Dyson and Miss Swiffer Duster to perform the OCD thing.  OCD is the obnoxious cleaning disturbance of my otherwise peaceful home.  While performing this, she also has a compulsive need to move things from one place to another, from here to there.  Friends, this created a great deal of stress, anxiety and dismay for this little cat: my fave scratcher, once in front of the TV, now by the window.  Sigh.  My toy box, by the chair.  Not there!  Thank Cod, the springs are still on the window ledge.  And, ohmycat, the litter loo has NOT moved.  

But here's the thing, I am a cat who likes challenges.

And guess what?  As time has passed, although I still do not enjoy the weekly noise and disturbance of Mr D and Miss SD, I have come to look forward to the challenge of the hunt, the search, the game of hide-and-seek.  It becomes a whole new life and what fun it is.  Something I hadn't noticed before is all new!  I did like sitting in this basket before, but now it is in a place with a better view and I love it more!  And something I hadn't bothered to investigate previously, now I will do so.  Excitement awaits at every turn.  And so I guess I am thankful for my crazy lady mommy who makes my days interesting and challenging and never boring. 

 

But, please don't move my foodz bowl, meow.