THANKFUL THURSDAY, KINDA SORTA

It is common knowledge that I am not a lap cat.  Even when getting brushies, I only sit alongside mine Mommy and depart the very second brushing ends.  I am not friendly or welcoming to any who enter our apartment.  No one touches me, no one.  If there is a reason for my stand-off-ish-ness, I am not even sure what it is, it is buried deep in my kitten memory.  I arrived here at 6-months, during the pandemic, and so was not socialized for a very long time.  And mine Mommy told me that reading through papers that came with me, she is fairly sure I was a "runt" (whatever that is) and was likely neglected, treated poorly and bounced among many different peoples, none who cared much for me in those early months.  Those humans may not have liked me and so I learned early on not to like them too much either!  It's kinda sorta hard to get over that, even when you finally get to be with a loving and kind "mine Mommy" ...

All this is kinda sorta a prelude to something new around here ... often at night she reads a book before bedtime.  I get some brushies and then wait in my chair until it's time for bed.  But last night, she decided to watch something silly (it's always silly or stupid on TV, she says) so I decided "why not?"  Maybe, this time, one time ... I would sit with her.  It was a little chilly ... her sweater looked warm and soft (and it was).  So I jumped up into the chair.  She was so surprised.  No. I didn't suddenly become a lap cat.  But I did sit alongside her.  I think she liked it.  I think she was thankful I sat with her.  And that sweater was warm and soft.  And I was thankful.  And it was kinda sorta nice.

I don't want to ruin my reputation.  But I'm kinda sorta thinking about doing it again.  Sometime.  Meow.

Allowing mine Mommy to add a purrsonal note:  I am thankful for all who took time to comment on my post yesterday.  I realize that we are a "pet blogging community", however, I strongly believe that it is incumbent upon each of us to step out of our comfort zone at this time, speak loud and clear against what is taking place in our country.  Two men argued in our elevator as I rode the 16 floors to my lobby the other day, and one finally asked the other: "did you vote?" and the reply was "no".  The loud response: "expletive-ing shut up!"  For any and all without the courage to speak up, stand up, scream and shout, you may as well dig a deep hole and crawl in as the day will come, and soon, when they come for you and yours.  And BTW, that $200 million ballroom - 50,000 square foot, magically overnight became a $300 million project about 90,000 square foot: told you so!  Remember: sir, you can do whatever you want to do ... and he does.

THANKFUL THURSDAY