Our cousin, Cleo - who is a dog - has come to spend Thanksgiving with us. We are not afraid of Cleo, but we keep our guard up, just because it is what cats do. Mostly, Cleo just rests, usually by Her. Kasey will jump right over Cleo to get her treats, and Cleo doesn't even care. If a strange (to Cleo) cat is out there, Cleo will bark at him or her, but mostly, she doesn't bark, she just rests, or plays with her toys. One thing that He did was put our food and litter boxes in Their room, so we can make choice about whether to play with Cleo or not. Life would be easier for everyone, if we all could make choices like that.
This evening, She is going to meet with Her beloved Crones, although many of them are busy for Thanksgiving, which is tomorrow. It doesn't bother Her. She loves all Her Crones, and whoever is there, She will be glad.
I believe I will go and join Kasey and Him, who are having a nap. Tomorrow I will tell you some of the things I am thankful for. Don't eat too much, or if you do, find some Alka Seltzer, like She does! Good night.
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