This week, Cat Scouts can earn a merit badge for Thanksgiving Spirit.
Thanksgiving can be held at different times in different countries, but Cat Scouts are always aware of reasons to be thankful, whether it’s for a cozy heated cat bed, or the oppurrtunity to build a car for the Cardwood Derby.
For the Thanksgiving Merit Badge, the sky’s the limit. What’s best is for you to tell a story from a cat’s point of view of the first Thanksgiving. But you can also tell about all the things you are thankful for, or show a photo of yourself in a Pilgrim, Indian, or a turkey, tofurkey or turducken outfit. Post your enry in the Thanksgiving Spirit group.
To get you creative juices flowing, this is the story that Scout Buckaroo came up with:
This is a pikcher of Guvner Willyum Bradferd, the ferst guvner of Plimmith colony. He is my lady’s 10th grate grandfather. So I have ferst-hand nolidge of whut wint on at the ferst Thanksgiving.
Guvner Willyum Bradferd was a reel cat persun. He brot lots of cats on the bote they rode to Amarika on becuz he new that cats loved to eat rats and botes were full of ’em. Win they got to Amarika, Guvner Willyun Bradferd and his cats made frends with the Indiuns.
The ferst Thanksgiving wuz GRATE! Becuz the pilgrumz came frum Englund, they only new how to make English foods like spotted dik and todes in the hole and cullen skink. And they slatherd Daddy’s Brown Sause all over evrything to make it taste not as bad. The Indiuns shode them how to make fresh terkey with stuffing and gravey and pumkin pie. Ixsept the pumkin pie wuz not served with reddy wip or cool wip, wich frankly, is the best part of Thanksgiving next to the terkey. But the ferst Thanksgiving wuz a Fansy Feest, wich is how that cat food got its name.
The pilgrum cats had to eat at the kids’ table, wich wuz better than not gitting to eat at all. Or gitting eaten. The Indiuns were funny that way, so the pilgrim cats had to be kind of vijilunt around the Indiuns. They tride to stay a little on the skinny side becuz Indiuns did not bother to eat boney cats.
I am thankful that I am part of such an illustreeus famly. I am ixsited about gitting to sellubrate my ferst Thanksgiving, and am espeshully thankful I won’t have to sit at the kids’ table. In fakt, I’m thankful I don’t live with skreemy kids.
To earn your Thanksgiving merit badge, post your entry in the Thanksgiving Merit Badge group. The redemption code is thanksgiving. You will earn 25 Karma points for this badge.
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In Sweden we don´t celebrate Thanksgiving 🙁
But I can enjoy all of your stories and photos dressed up as Turkey´s 🙂
Purhaps you could describe what you do on St. Lucia’s Day!
I’m confused (which doesn’t take much!); are we supposed to post our stories here or on the Thanksgiving merit badge page?
I think I accidentally posted it here. I moved it to the group page. And MOL, i’ve been on the group page wondering where all the activity had gone!
Sorry for the confusion and our omission. We’re gonna need to cut back on the nip. Post your entry in the Thanksgiving Merit Badge group, link above.
Okay… My turn…
One day I heard Mom and her friend talking about my Grampa while I was trying to catch some Zzzz. They were talking about Grampa’s love for cats and why it came about. You’ll see at the end of the story why I’m very thankful things happened the way they did.
It was early evening. Bobby was on his way home from school. There were no clouds and the full moon shone brightly in the sky. As he passed by a cluster of trees, Bobby saw a man stepped out of the shadows and began to follow him.
“Now, who would be following me at this time of the night?”, he thought.
“Couldn’t be one of my friends… None of my friends are that big!”
“Besides, all of my friends are scared of the dark! None of them would be caught dead walking here!”
“Wait a minute, why is he walking faster now? And, what is that thing he is pulling out of his waist? It’s a… knife!!!”
Just when Bobby was about to run away, a cat from a tree jumps on the guy’s shoulder. He heard a loud “Meowwwww!!!” followed by an even louder “Aaaaargghhhhh!!! Get off me!!!”
Bobby looked back and he saw a light gray cat with all of its claws firmly embedded in the creepy man’s shoulder! It was the same cat that he had been feeding that week. The creepy man was now crying out in pain. As soon as the man began running away from that place, the light gray cat let go of the man’s shoulder and ran after Bobby.
Bobby saw the cat. He stopped running and knelt down to pick up his furriend.
The cat walked up to him, purred gently and climbed up into his arms. That light gray cat saved Bobby’s life. He cradled the cat and brought it home with him.
Bobby is Mom’s Dad, my Grampa.
It turned out that Meow-be was a trained cat scout looking for a new home and he found one!
Mom obviously got Grampa’s love of cats. I remember how Mom kept telling me that she couldn’t sleep after seeing me. She said that she had to have a cat just like me. A few weeks later, we saw each other again. This time, she was not just any human. She became my mom!
What am I thankful for? A lot!!!
I’m thankful for Scout Meow-be for being very brave in saving Grampa’s life. Without Grampa, there won’t be Mom. Without Mom, I won’t have my furever home.
I know that my mom does some crazy things…sometimes. (Yes, Mom, you do. Remember that time you put that sitcker on my nose?) But I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my mom. Too bad I didn’t have the chance to meet Mom’s Dad. I’m sure that he’s a swell guy!
That’s a great story! I’m so glad it worked out in the end. Do you know what Kitty’s name was? <3
Meow so very impawtent to watch the watchin kittahs!
It took the pilgrims many days to get to Plimmith. And once they got there, they stayed on the ship because of a rly bad winter, and finally in teh springtime they sed O HAI, I can has friendship? to Squanto teh Indian.
Squanto taught teh starving pilgrims how to grow corn and stuff like that. But Squanto’s kitteh taught all of teh English kittehs how to scratch maple trees and not get sap in yoor furs, open cans of toona, and not to bury their doody wif poisonous plants. He also helped them make moar friends with the nearby Wampanoag Indian tribe and not to get nommed by them.
After teh first successful corn harvest, Guvnor Willyum Bradford organized a beeg fancee feast and invited their new Wampanoag friends. The feest was full of yummeh things – corn stuffed squeekers, fresh burds, toona, and wheat & oat grass salads topped wif catnip. It was the first time a meal of this kind was had in teh USA. Usually the kittehs and the Indians had to eat outside and not at teh table using the gud china and silverware.
I’m thankful for all those who who strive to make homeless cats’ lives better. And I’m Thankful for mah family, and for catnip, and for mah Big Sleeky Scritcher in teh living room. And for CatScouts, because you all make me smile every day!
*runs up to DenMaster and gives her a beeeg huge Headbonk*
Lotsa things to be thankful for… Great list of thankfuls.
Great story! Here’s a headbonk right back atcha!
Very interesting about not doing the doody bury with pizzin plants!
We are insiders so need that right from the cats mouth info!
Great story! Will prepare mine very soon…
Oh! I wore a Turkey costume in the fashion show this weekend!!
Please tell us that you have photos you are going to post. I have written a story and a poem. I just need to do a little editing before I post. Purrs, Mau
Oh how mum wishes I would wear outfits! The idea of a cat dressed as a turducken is PAWSUM! 😀
There’s going to be a storytelling badge soon.
Oh that should be fun!
Great story, Buckaroo! You should tell a story at the campfire sometime! I’m going to start working on my badge…