The fambly will be coming to my house for the big celebration today, and when they sit down to eat, they will all hold hands and each one will tell what they are thankful for. I am thankful for Mom, but this year, Mom has a few things she wants to say, so I am turning this over to her.
Millie's Mom Lynne here...
Our lives and the world change every single day, and often by events that seem at first, very insignificant. I want to thank Millie for changing my life.
Not only was I the proud "parent" of a feral kitten who was fun to watch, but I instantly became part of the Cat Blogosphere with friends all over the world. When Gizzy, and then Jasmine, went to the Rainbow Bridge, my newfound friends provided comfort, for which I was very thankful.
When we were able to help SweetBean after her accident, I was very thankful.
When MomBean asked me to be Sprout's godmother, I was very honored and thankful.
When I spent a perfect week with Sprout's family in July, I was happy to be considered part of their family. For them, I am very thankful.
When the Cat Blogosphere and all the other wonderful folks joined together to collect funds to send me to Sprout's funeral in August, I was stunned, overwhelmed, and profoundly thankful.
I know many of you by name, but I know there are many more I do not know. To each and every one of you, I say "Thank You." Thank you for caring enough to help cats get the medical care they need. Thank you for helping "beans" when they lose their jobs or their home. Thank you for helping provide medical care to little sticky people when they get hurt. Thank you for sending a grieving Auntie to attend the funeral of her beloved godchild.
Beyond all that generosity, I want to thank you for the generosity of your spirit. You all make me laugh each day and by sharing your stories, you all make me feel a part of your family, and the family known as The Cat Blogosphere.
You have changed my life, and enriched it greatly. For that I am very, very thankful.
Have a very Happy Thanksgiving. I am sending virtual hugs and kisses, pets and scritches to each and every "bean" in the CB, and each and every cat (and dog) who is a part of it.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!
Thanks Millie!
Mom's been sleeping later than I have the last few days. She's -finally- getting the "take it easy" bit. Then again she worked in the sewing room all day yesterday. You'd have to check her quilting blog to see what she's up to. Today she has to wrap Christymas presents for KidBean and SweetBean, because she wants to give them to the guy in the bloo shorts this week.
and take this guy out of it. He will have the place of honor in the middle of the dining room table until New Year's Day.
I've shown you this Santa before. You can read about him here, and here's a funny picture of him (and me) that was taken the very first year I came to live here.
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But I wasn't exactly thrilled when Missy decided my cat hammick was a good place to spend the afternoon.
Now I know how Monty must feel.
The fambly will be coming to my house for the big celebration today, and when they sit down to eat, they will all hold hands and each one will tell what they are thankful for. I am thankful for Mom, but this year, Mom has a few things she wants to say, so I am turning this over to her.
This stack is all the others! It includes cards to my fambly (including Monty) and Mom's friends. Mom and I will give them to the man in the bloo shorts next week. Christymas is only a month away!
Mom sewed this up yesterday. She's making another one of those silly skirts for the Christymas tree. She'll make it into a circle and add more stuff to it. You'll see.
Mom says she's gonna sew today. Actually I think she is gonna wash dishes. You all know how she gets really organized for a big project. Well, before she went day hunting yesterday, she burned some red peppers in the hot-as-hell box.
She made those last year too. She says she's getting ready for the turkey that's coming on Thursday. She says she has to do all this stuff early because on Thursday the turkey is going in the hot-as-hell box, and there won't be enough space to fit everything in at once.
And get this, Mom's gotta go day hunting today. Again. This time for the apparently elusive Month End, which she hunts once a month but never catches.
Me, I'm just doing my thing. Hey Monty, wanna come over and visit?
Today is a day to remember the fierce fighters watching over us from Heaven.
and my bestest pal in the whole wide world, Gizzy.
And she saw this fabric with the ducks, which she thought was very cute. The idea that had popped into her head was "Rub A Dub Dub". She would make a quilt with those words and the little ducks.
Then she started sewing. First, the word RUB.
but when she put it next to one of the duckies she wasn't so sure. But she kept going:
And once she put this "Dub" next to the rest, she really knew it just didn't look right.
It made the sewing a little bit more complicated, but Mom thought it was "over the top" and she loved it, so she kept going. She made quite a mess.
But the little quilt was looking much better.
Mom finished it up, 
and quilted it in watery looking waves,
using fabric that looked like bubbles.
Mom sent it to Mrs. Chickenfoot, who just loves it, and yes, it is hanging in the bathroom.
(It's somewhere in this box, Mom spent a couple of hours putting them in ABC order.)
I had Temp-tay-tions.
yum.
Wow! Mom slept VERY LATE this morning. I got my crunchies at the usual time, though, because she woke up, but went back to bed. 
Mom got home from her day hunting gig TWO HOURS late last night! Why? Because of this box. She says it is the new servant. She also said it was a pain in the neck, and that was why she was late coming home to me.
It's starting to get cold out. I am so glad I am formerly feral. I have a nice heated bed, scritches when I want them and crunchies and treats.
I can't believe it! Mom did it again! She read an entire book again last night. And when she finished she had to go right to bed, so I don't have a Thursday Thirteen... 
I sat next to her, and she gave me scritches. She must -finally- be learning, because she didn't stop. Petting me, I mean.
and try to fit it into this.
(Mom says it's a rack, but it looks like a closet to me.) And she says this blue spaghetti is gonna get tied up.
Next week, Mom will be putting another servant into the rack and adding and a wall of fire.
This is what happens when you are -formerly- feral and have met friends around the world!
