I hear my mom making party plans for my big day. So long as there’s chicken, all will be perfect. You see, chicken brings me joy, and it’s very important to have joy in your life.
When I say “joy”, I mean the feeling, not the cat. The cat was named Joy after her mother’s middle name, not because she is a joy all of the time. Even I’ll admit she can be a joy now and again, but mostly I’d call her grumpy puss, hairy-etta, or don’t-you-dare-sit-on-my-mother’s-lap! She knows I have a great mom, so she wants to have her attention. That does not bring me joy.
Things that do bring me joy are catnip, scratching my chin on books and baskets, chicken, resting in baskets, turkey, playing in baskets, ham, a human scratching behind my ears just right, hamburger, sunny spots on the couch, roast beast, long naps, pork roast, sleeping under the covers, and more meat.
Granted, there were a lot of food items in that list, but there were also non-material (or meat) things on there. Those are the joys everyone can experience. I hope you experience joy in every day!