The morning of Thanksgiving I realized I overlooked something.
The fact that we cannot seem to keep Atticus off of the kitchen counters. I could only hope that once family and friends started to arrive, he would retreat into a quiet place and ride out the storm. No such luck. He was into everything, and even needed to be put away while the food was served. I was embarrassed that I couldn't keep him off of the tables, but as my mom always says, "It is what it is" so I tucked my embarrassment aside and tried not to let it ruin my day.
Before I knew it the day was almost over and I couldn't find him anywhere. Then we realized he was curled up in his favorite spot, sound asleep.
With so many people in and out of the house, we had quite a few unwanted flying house guests.
Atticus probably spent the entire day Friday stalking, chasing and jumping at them.
I don't know if he caught anything, but he gets an A for effort.
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