Want to talk about blessings? I got one early this Thanksgiving. I’m not sure if he’s actually early for Thanksgiving (because we are certainly thankful), or REALLY early for Christmas… because Morgan had him on her list. Either way, this cat is sure a blessing. Our little kitten is the newest member of the bee family… and we decided to name him Quaker.
Quaker is a seal lynx point (colorpoint) tabby mix. Not sure what he’s mixed with… Ragdoll or Maine Coon? More likely he’s just a wonderfully lovable mutt (the best kind of lap cat). He likes to knead, lick, and PURR. His motor does not stop unless he’s sleeping. Last night he slept with us. I think I’m in love. I haven’t felt this way about a cat since my poor baby Pug died in 2005.
I’m a sicko when it comes to cats. Ever since I can remember my mother was yelling at me to “get that cat out of your face!” I just couldn’t help it. Kittens and me were just going to happen. It was like they had a spell on me… and it didn’t matter if my eyes swelled shut or not. Me being allergic to cats was one of God’s smartest strategies. If I weren’t I just might have inhaled quite a few entire cats by now.
I told Kev last night that I just might have to stay here and let him and the kids go have Thanksgiving out of town. Of course, I was kidding (sort of)… so I guess I’ll need a babysitter for Quaker and his evil big sister Minga while we are away for Turkey Day. I’ll be counting my blessings while he’s missing his peoples. This year my blessings blissfully include a purring man-kitty. Oh, how wonderful it is!