Will I be a Football Widow this Thanksgiving?

There is nothing that trumps a traditional Thanksgiving dinner, especially shared by the company of friends and family. What could be more fun and stimulating than to share our bounty of yummy food and engage in great conversation at the dining table? Now, some of you may not understand or sympathize with me about the other Thanksgiving tradition that totally drives me to distraction: the blare of cacophonous football emanating from our big screen television. It draws our loving company like a magnet. I end up feeling neglected and abandoned by the folks I don't get to see very often, and pretty darned annoyed, to be perfectly honest. What makes things even worse is that Hubble, our white Oriental Shorthair also runs off, exiting stage-left from the dining room to join the football fans in front of the huge TV. He totally appears to enjoy that special moment of bonding and actually gets caught up in their excitement. He gets completely absorbed in watching the players scrambling around the field like warriors, just to make a few points. Yawn! And while my husband, Marty, is a dyed-in-the-wool football fan, I don't understand the game at all, which could be the root of my antipathy. But our highly-intelligent cat certainly does. I am sort of getting used to being a football widow. And as I think about it, I always wondered why Hubble left my side during football afternoons. It seems that male bonding is not limited to humans. Interestingly, Hubble has taken to prepare himself for watching football by donning Marty's Giant's hat and Marty is just thrilled he has a fellow fan to hang out with. But on Thanksgiving day, when the Lions are playing, we have a feeling Hubble will be rooting for his kin. Have your cats showed interest in sports on TV? Leave a comment and let us know.