Hi everyone, Katie here.
Glogirly was explaining to me how today is Father's Day. I guess I'm supposed to be nice to the Other One. I mean gloman. I know I should be grateful to him since he's the one that adopted me. He brought me home to surprise glogirly on their anniversary one year. But I'm a cat. I'm not supposed to be grateful. It's not in the manual.
But then she told me about how much we have in common and what Father's Day means to her. You see, she was adopted too. She certainly never had to worry about the horrible things that might happen if no one adopted her like us cats do. She was really lucky though because the nice man and lady that brought her home loved her very much. They taught her all sorts of important things. Like how to walk and ride a bike. How to do Itsy-Bitsy-Spider. How to belly laugh. How to be kind and humble.
Glogirly's dad even taught her how to drive. She got to drive a dune buggy when she was 8 years old. Sparkly purple with a white vinyl roof and bucket seats. No wonder she thought her dad was cool.
The most important thing (besides driving) that she learned from her dad was the magic of optimism. He never let challenges get him down. No matter what. He saw good in everything and everyone. If it was 100 degrees outside he'd say that where he was, there's a little breeze and it's not too bad at all.
So today when she remembers her dad, she smiles. Grateful for all his gifts. Gifts? Where's the gifts? Can I have some? I love ribbon.