Pussy Cats 3
Patches has sort of made her peace with little Rusty – at least – this time! “Little” Rusty has a strong mind of his own, and maybe that’s what bothers Patches much of the time.
Well, I was able to catch those two napping together on Patches’ rug.
Patches and Rusty napping together on Patches’ rug.
Patches has become aware that I’m standing there, taking photos.
Now, Rusty is aware of my presence.
Rusty has decided to close his eyes and go back to sleep. All is well.
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Thanksgiving Day is one filled with many emotions by many people and families. I start to think back (for me, there are many days and years to think back on), remembering those happy days. Trying hard to pick out one or two, is not easy. There are so many.
One Thanksgiving Day, I remember, while living in Hicksville LI, NY (there really is a town by that name), we gathered ’round the big pine trestle-style table, held hands, and said a prayer of thanks for having the fortune of being there together that day, and hoping for more happy days of togetherness in the future.
Another Thanksgiving Day I can remember was celebrated right here in South Florida, in my new home that I shared with my late husband, Bob. Bob did all the cooking. He was a good cook, and got so much enjoyment when we all found his efforts to be greatly pleasing to the palette (and also to the stomach!).
Today, that trestle table is long gone; several of the people with whom I held hands in Hicksville have passed; and some of those with whom I shared the Thanksgiving meal in South Florida, are not with us anymore, having gone to a better place, also. But, not all is lost: I am going to be together with my sister and brother-in-law in their home and we will share a lovely dinner; but, most important, we will be together.