Thanksgiving is the time of year to give thanks for the treasures we have in life and for the people who make up our friends and family.
I’m a single woman with a very busy schedule, so there are very few people who see me on a day to day basis. I don’t have very much in the way of a constant support network (outside of strangers I meet on tumblr). My cat, however, is always around.
His name is Lucius. Sometimes, he’s wonderful and sometimes he’s horrible. He is, however, always right.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank Lucius for being my cat.
Thank you for meeting me every day when I get home from work. You’re right. Your day of doing nothing was way better than mine.
Thank you for comforting me that one time I was crying. You’re right. That day really sucked.
Thank you for ignoring me all of the other times I was crying. You’re right. Crying is for wimps.
Thank you for curling up like a bunny rabbit sometimes when you are sleeping. You’re right. If you want to be something you’re not, just pretend to be something you’re not and screw the haters.
Thank you for getting your hair all over all of my clothes. You’re right. People need to know I belong to you.
Thank you for rubbing your shoulder blades against every surface in the apartment. You’re right. Everything needs to smell like you even more than it already does.
Thank you for watching those birds all day from the window sill. You’re right. You need to constantly watch birds because one day they might get ideas about taking over the world or something.
Thank you for being the kind of cat who likes to climb on top of the kitchen cabinets. You’re right. It’s better to always be looking down on people
Thank you for watching America’s Next Top Model marathons with me. You’re right. Allison should win the All-Star Cycle.
Thank you for waking me up at least three times during a night. You’re right. Uninterrupted sleep can only lead to general laziness. Best to be always on alert in case disaster strikes.
Thank you for torturing that mouse that one time with cruel mind games. You’re right. Small rodents should be stopped. And then captured and left on my bed as a prize.
Thank you for lying on my covers whenever I want to make my bed. You’re right. I don’t need to make my bed. I need to dance around my room in my pajamas more.
Thank you for being the weirdest cat ever. You’re right. You have to be weird in order to put up with me. I mean, I start everyday off by dancing around in my room in my pajamas. Most people would find that strange, but you’re my cat. You’re used to it.
So, thank you, Lucius. Thank you for being my cat.