I Was Forced To Write This😼

My cat got a blanket for Christmas. Actually, I got a heated blanket from my brother, but Beau thinks it's his. 

Beau is thirteen, missing one eye and blind in the other, but he still finds things to make him happy. And this blanket - OH how it makes him happy! 

What I like about cats, and I think Beau is extra-special this way, is that they find the little things in life to take joy from. 

For this and about ten thousand other reasons, people should be more like cats.