Of opposable thumbs and hairbrushes
There are a good many things for which I’m grateful. Most of the year I’m head-over-heels grateful for air-conditioning, because most of the year the air in Florida requires adjustment in order to be palatable to humans, although the snakes, alligators, palmetto bugs, and mosquitoes don’t seem to mind it at all. I am also grateful for a secure home that keeps out the snakes, alligators, palmetto bugs, and mosquitoes…at least for the most part.
Tonight I am especially grateful that I am not a cat. The idea of being covered with constantly shedding fur and having to lick myself clean is just nasty. The idea of having enough hair in my stomach that I occasionally have to stop, run to the nearest patch of clean carpet, and hork up a wad of compressed fur is even nastier.
Or course, I’m grateful the cats are willing to do this licking thing to keep themselves tidy, although I wouldn’t mind at all if they held off on the horking and hacking business.
Maybe getting to sleep all day is how God gave cats a bennie to make up for the personal spit bath mandate.