No Money...Just a Little Thanks

The president of New York's Learning Annex recently paid folks $100, $50, and $10, respectively, to line up for a signing of Donald Trump's new book. I'm not Donald Trump. So I can't pay you to read my blog. But if you're reading it today, and have been since the outset, I can do something else: Thank you. So considered yourself thanked. It's the least I can do. And here's a written "Thanks," to the puddies, without whom I would be blogless. What I'm Grateful For... I don't thank the cats as much as I should. And when you think of it, that wouldn't be such a big deal, if it weren't for one problem: The more we race around oblivious to nice things others do, the less the "doers" will want to continue their kind deeds. For example, how eager do you think your cats would be to share a freshly killed chipmunk if you don't acknowledge the gift with a simple, "Oh, you shouldn't have" when they do? Of course, sometimes we don't say thanks because we become "complacent." In other words, we begin to expect things and start taking other's graciousness for granted. Like when I go to sixteen stores to find the exact flavor catnip toy my babies like to destroy so much. I mean I don't have to do that (except that I feel guilty if I don't). Still, when they sit on my head, arms and legs when I go to sleep, purring for all the world to hear, I know that's their way of saying "thanks, mommy." Believe me, being thankful never "goes without saying." It's like "I love you." Few of us ever tire of hearing the words. So Happy Thanksgiving, and thanks again.