This pretty orange kitty is, I believe, one of last spring or summers kittens born in a neighbour’s outbuilding by the creek. I’d see them running around the creek path and I know at least two were hit by cars along our street. We inadvertently locked this one in our garage a few weeks ago and since then I’ve been leaving it a little dish of dry food on the edge of our deck. This gal (or guy) is feral. She won’t let me near her even after two weeks of snacks and stares.
The American Thanksgiving holiday happens about 6 weeks after the Canadian one and while I can live without the extra frenzy of eating I have to admit that I can definitely do with another opportunity to be publicly thankful. Sometimes the only difference between being happy and the opposite is picking to be thankful and positive about what you have rather than regretful or pessimistic about what is lacking.
So here are a few clay-related things I am profoundly thankful for:
One clay thing I am profoundly UN-thankful for:
