I know lots of people do things in the three days after Thanksgiving: Many people shop for Christmas gifts and put up their tree and wrap all their presents.
We stopped exchanging Christmas gifts years ago. Last year I did put a tree up, but this year I have two half-grown cats who are total outlaws. A Christmas tree in this house would not last one day. I really didn't know what I would be dealing with when I acquired two cats. My last cat, Blue, was a tiny kitten when we got him; he was the easiest cat I ever had as far as manners. Even when we doctored his ears or shoved medicine down his throat, he wouldn't fight it. When he put his claws on a chair, I simply showed him the scratching post and he used it from then on.
These cats scratch and run!
I am enjoying their antics, but I never realized two cats could be so wildly playful with one another. I'm hopeful that when they are grown they will be easier to handle. But I digress. Let's see... I was talking about the weekend after Thanksgiving.
We haven't done much of anything in these three days. We had a three-inch snow yesterday, so I did go out and shovel the sidewalks around the house, and I took water and hay to the goats and fed and watered our 16-year-old outside cat, Mama Kitty. I have been taking my walks in the pasture four or five times a week and thought I'd do a shorter walk in the snow, but after shoveling the sidewalks I remembered how much harder it is to walk in snow.
The cats loved getting by the windows and watching the snow fall.
For the most part, we ate a few Thanksgiving leftovers, left the TV on football games we were mostly not watching... I read my current book a lot and we both surfed the net until everything bored us, and then we napped in our chairs a bit, some of us more than others. As I looked back over the years, I realized that's been how these particular days have gone since we retired.
Just like John Prine's song, except for the cats.
