Indeed, there is much to be thankful for where kittens are concerned. Kittens are furry, and their normal body temperature is somewhere around 100 degrees Fahrenheit, which makes them little fuzzy hot-water bottles, suitable for keeping laps and chests warm on cold nights. Kittens are playful and have no sense of shame, a refreshing thing in a world so full of people embarrassed to enjoy themselves and be who they are. Kittens are by turns fearless, like the one we have who fights the rottweiler and wins, or small and helpless, like the one I used to have who was afraid of being higher off the ground than he was tall. They bring out our sense of adventure and our sense of protectiveness at the same time. They are stress magnets, and know just when to leap onto a bed with a "prrt!" in order to ease the worries of a troubled human. They free us from our attachment to material goods, by ridding us of things like upholstery and carpet.

Indeed, let us all give praise to kittens.