Sure, Thanksgiving is exciting for humans. Each year, we look forward to mom’s secret family recipes, delectable potatoes, and sweet, creamy pumpkin pie. Imagine being a cat on this overwhelmingly tasty holiday, and the excitement is taken to a whole new level. New people to smell and socialize with, irritating Christmas tunes on repeat, Christmas lights to bat and play with, and the constant stream of smells coming from the kitchen can cause a sensory overload for cats. However, we don’t see these adorably plump cats complaining.
Thanksgiving as told by Paul the Cat: “I awoke from my typical morning slumber, stretched my legs like I always do, and meandered into the kitchen for a treat. Much to my surprise, mom was whipping me up an extra something special. She appeared to be boiling a sort of red orb- magic berries perhaps? Either way, I was stoked. Mom knows what she’s doing. She always lets me sample. She tells me I’ve put on some weight due to all the snacking, but I don’t care; It keeps me warm and makes me extra cuddly. She poured them into my favorite glass bowl, and I wondered how I was going to sit in it now. At long last, she fed me a single orb, but as soon as it hit my tongue, I wanted to spit it out. What on earth was this sticky, bitter mess? Mom, seriously, are you trying to poison me? I quickly retreated to the safety of my bed. Forget it, I hate Thanksgiving.”
Thanksgiving as told by Fiona the Cat: “I was just sitting there, observing the neighbors raking leaves in their oversized yard, when I heard this awful noise coming from the room with the treats. Mom was tinkering with some metal grinding machine. First she skinned the potatoes, then she chopped them, then whipped them up in the machine. The white fluffy things they called “mashed potatoes” look just a little bit too similar to my fur… I’m onto you, mom.”
Thanksgiving as told by Edward the Cat: “This is torture. The smells are killing me, literally. The humans are so gluttonous, with their turkey and their stuffing and their… oh what’s that? Pumpkin Pie? C’mon mom! I’m cute, give me a bite! Maybe if I jump up on the table and make myself known, I’ll have a better shot. Wish me luck.”
Thanksgiving as told by Damien the Cat: “Napping is my favorite. I do not like to be disturbed, except for when dad gives me snuggles. And food, lots and lots of food. Today was Thanksgiving, the greatest day of the entire year. Mom and dad are suckers for me, seriously, I’ve got these people wrapped around my finger. All I have to do is purr and there’s a piece of turkey, or a roll, or a potato coming my way. These people have terrible aim, though. They throw it every which way and I end up eating it off the floor. Seriously? Can’t a kitty just eat off fine china like the humans do? Or at least a paper plate? Man, am I exhausted. 2 hours of treats later and I’m ready for a serious cat nap.”
