Mama talks turkey about Thanksgiving (and why you haven’t invited her to dinner)

Mama here. Actually, they call me Mama Kitty at the shelter, but frankly, at the age of 8, I’m a bit past the kitten phase. That’s not to say I don’t enjoy chasing a ball or swatting a feather toy—in fact, Mama’s a pretty playful gal—but those crazy, curtain-climbing days are over.

Anyway, I digress. What I want to talk about is Thanksgiving. Turkey Day. Next Thursday, November 24. It’s coming right up, and you’re probably making plans to host a big family gathering, or maybe to attend a big family gathering. Delicious cooking smells, a crowded table with lots of legs to rub against, head scratches from all the guests and a week’s worth of leftovers. What’s not to love? There’s just one problem: I haven’t received my invitation yet.

You see, I remember Thanksgiving. I used to celebrate Thanksgiving with my dad—nibbling on giblets and napping on his lap in front of the TV. But my dad passed away earlier this year, and so I came to the Dumb Friends League to wait for a new home.

I was dropped off here on August 13—and I’m still waiting. My friends at the shelter can’t understand why I haven’t been snatched up yet. I’m beautiful, I’m affectionate, I’m soft and pet-able, and I use my litter box like the refined lady I am.

Now, Mama is nothing if not honest, so I want to tell you about two VERY manageable health situations that are part of the Mama package. First, I have a little heart murmur that you and my new veterinarian should know about, but it isn’t slowing me down one bit. And second, the kind veterinarians here have been giving me prescription cat food to make sure my bladder stays healthy, and it would be nice if I could keep eating my special food once I’m living with you. On the upside, I had my teeth cleaned while I was here, so I have a super sparkly smile!

Back to that invitation: As nice as this shelter is, I’d sure rather spend Thanksgiving at your house. I promise not to drink too much, fight over the remote or tell the same stories over and over. I’ll be too busy purring and being grateful for any of that. It’ll be the best Thanksgiving ever, I promise.

Mama Kitty is waiting for her Thanksgiving invitation at our Quebec Street Shelter. For more information, please call us at (303) 751-5772 or visit ddfl.org.