As I head back through the woods heeding my owner's calls. I was still secretly hoping that by some kind of magic I could fall as the snow, and melt into the piles the lay near my owners home. As I arrived at the house I wiped my paws on the owner's welcome mat, and tried to get some attention from the family members that were scurrying around.
After getting a few spots on my back, ears, and tail scratched. I tried to avoid the wonderful smell of the Thanksgiving dinner that was taking place.
I soon settled near the fireplace. It smelled like a whole pine and cedar tree was on fire, but a question kept pecking at my mind.
What is Thanksgiving really about? Was it the crisp breeze I had felt? Or the mixed smells of the special dinner and the burning forest?
As I curled up into a ball of one of my favorite family members, I gave her soft meow and an even softer purr. She could see that I had a questioning sparkle in my eyes, so she sent mt to the only one she knew would understand my question.
As I traveled through the living room and past the fireplace, I realized that maybe just a hint of the meaning in Thanksgiving for my was staying...
Cozy and Warm.
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Thanksgiving Adventure
AdventureThis is a short story of a cat who is going through the changes from fall to winter.
