Happy Thanksgiving, O Day Of Turkey! Let’s Be Thankful For Our Little Buddies

The Buddy Balloon will grace this year’s Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade in Manhattan.

Today is the day Buddy spends the other 364 days of the year dreaming about: turkey day!

He’s been a turkey fanatic since he was a tiny kitten, when I fed him the good stuff and he emerged from his dining nook licking his lips, meowing happily and looking like the most content little guy in the world.

While I try to remind myself how fortunate I am all year, for this year’s Thanksgiving I’m expressing particular gratitude for Bud, my best little pal.

I’m fortunate to be his caretaker and best friend. I’m thankful for the strong bond we share, his affection, and his loyalty. He’s always by my side, and even though he’s a bit of a lunatic at times, he’s a good boy with a big heart.

What about you, Bud?

“I’m thankful for all the delicious snacks I get to eat, all the comfy napping spots around the house, and of course for turkey!”

Cool. Anything else you’re grateful for?

“Yeah! I have some pretty cool toys and I’m told I have fans around the world!”

Uh, sure. What else?

“Hmmm. I think that about covers it.”

You sure?

“Yep.”

Don’t worry, it’ll come to him at some point, probably around 4 pm when he realizes I won’t be back in time to feed him according to his regular schedule.

Buddy and I wish all of you a happy Thanksgiving, and if you live in the US, we hope you have the Thanksgiving you want, whether that’s in the company of family, friends, or a quiet holiday spent at home with the people you love most. And of course, don’t forget to save some turkey for your own little buddies!

14 thoughts on “Happy Thanksgiving, O Day Of Turkey! Let’s Be Thankful For Our Little Buddies”

  1. This year it’s just Oreo and myself. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving Big Buddy! To Lil Buddy, I hope you get to enjoy The Bestest Turkey Day, in the history of Turkey Days!! Hugs, rubs, head bumps, and scritches to you both (You decide who gets what and when) 🦃🦃🦃🦃🦃🦃🦃🦃🦃

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  2. Hope you both had a good one. As you know, we don’t do Thanksgiving here. Instead, Christmas Day is turkey day, so maybe you treat your Buddy to another turkey dinner on 25th December to celebrate his adoring transatlantic fan club. You know he’d be grateful, though he may not tell you that!

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    1. That’s a good idea! I saw a movie in which the characters celebrated a “proper British Christmas” and while it wasn’t that much different than an American Christmas, it looked like fun. Of course being a Catholic, I might not be welcome at a UK Christmas lol.

      Has Festivus caught on there at all? It’s a made-up holiday from an episode of Seinfeld in the 90s. That show is so beloved, and the “holiday” so ridiculous, that it’s taken on a life of its own.

      We mark it every year on this blog. Dec. 23, mark your calender!

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      1. Festivus has never been on my radar, but it sounds like a good idea. A day when you are positively encouraged to air your grievances sounds wonderful, therapy without any need to pay your therapist. But those grievance airing sessions must last for hours and hours, particularly when miserable old folk like me are on the guest list!

        And on the subject of British Christmases, fear not, their are invariably secular, so Catholicism – or lack thereof – isn’t a problem!

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  3. The picture of Little Buddy on the table eating the turkey reminded me of the time my mother wouldn’t let our cat have any bits of the turkey when she was stuffing it, so after Mother put the turkey in the refrigerator and walked away, I picked up the cat and put her in the refrigerator with the turkey. I was five years old.

    Mother said it gave her quite a turn when she came back and opened the refrigerator to take the turkey out and found the cat in there, chewing away at the turkey.

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  4. I’m always reminded of one of our no-longer-with-us cats. Rascal loved turkey. Somehow she always knew when we put it in the oven. She would sit next to the oven until it came out. Of course, she would get a bowl. But she also required a finder’s fee. One year she wasn’t hanging around the table, looking for leftovers. We found her inside the cavity of the bird, helping herself. It was the last time we left it where she could reach it.

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