Sheba, Queen of, is grateful Wednesday as Thursday – just as turkey smell gets magnificent – noisy hoards will invade kingdom and Sheba must hide in inner chamber.
Sheba, Queen of, is grateful for finding Mama, and for Mama understanding what Sheba was telling her: Sheba’s Tale
Sheba, Queen of, is not be grateful for daily pills, but will be grateful Mama knew what a single drop of drool meant: A Single Drop of Drool
Sheba, Queen of, is grateful to have had three years with beautiful sister-cat, Tasha, and to know Mama & Papa love so much: Tasha, Dearly Beloved
Sheba, Queen of, is not grateful Mama brought Arwen the Elf Princess into the kingdom, but Mama is grateful the growling has stopped.
Sheba, Queen of, is grateful for Fancy Feast.
Sheba, Queen of, is grateful Mama ignores “feed them only cat food” advice. Sheba is grateful for roast pork, beef jerky, and turkey.
Sheba, Queen of, is NOT grateful Arwen the Elf Princess snatched real mousie right out from under Sheba’s nose! Bad Day For Mousie
Sheba, Queen of, is grateful for Red Laser Dot of Wonder.
Sheba, Queen of, is grateful only brother-cat, Oli Dickens, has gotten dumped in a snowbank: The Door Into Summer
Sheba, Queen of, is grateful for loving Mama and Papa, warm heating vent, soft pink bed, full tummy, and loves.
Thus, Sheba, Queen of, wears out quota of royal catly “gratefuls” for entire year. Tomorrow returns to tail swats of annoyance at service.