A new family building in our subdivision has a 9 year old that apparently has decided on a life of crime. She's been stealing from the neighbors, from school and last week she brought a plastic bag and walked off with our best fish while trying to destroy our pond. Suffice it to say, I was bummed. One of the fish she took was a 6-7" fantail, the last of three we purchased. Police were called but I've heard nothing since the officer talked to the father. Apparently the fish were given to a construction worker and are long gone (why would you steal something and then gift it to someone?). Since then I can't walk by a window without glancing down to see if she's back, this incident put a dent in my tranquility.
My sister-in-law from California is visiting a friend in Quincy and has stopped by our house for several days. Reminds me of a George Carlin routine where supply lines are getting longer and harder to maintain. She has stuff in California, stuff in Quincy and now she has stuff here. She and her friend, Charla, are leaving here today for Quincy and taking my husband with them. He'll be gone several days and while he's away....
I plan to adopt another cat and will pick him up on Thursday. Three years ago we adopted Sassy, our Persian. As I was walking by Twitch's cage, he reached out both paws and grabbed my arm. I promised him I would be back for him and have thought of him often. He's five years old and I know he's been at the A.R.K. for at least three. I am fixing up our bedroom for him, litter box in the master bath, toys, cat tree and a screen door between him and what could be his harem, Sassy and Sadie. Fingers crossed that they not only get along, but that Sassy and Twitch become friends. Sadie doesn't seem to need them, but Sassy loves to play and I'm hoping he will too. And while we're on the subject of cats, we had all our carpets shampooed last week and removed all the litter boxes from the formal living room. Since we hang in the family room, the living room is filled with spare furniture, Carl's desk and cat stuff. We had six litter boxes, three lined with puppy pads since we discovered Sassy has a real problem with litter. Now, we have two boxes with puppy pads, one in the foyer and one in the laundry room. We have two litter boxes, one inside an end table and one in the basement. Sassy has been really good about her boxes, using them exclusively since last Thursday and we are sticklers for keeping her boxes clean. Sadie likes the one in the basement. Life with cats is good now but we're following the 'trust but verify' rule and leaving up the gate to the living room for a while. And all bets are off when we (I) bring Twitch home.
For those of you following the Wookiee, he's mostly finished. He's been trooping (he gathers crowds everywhere he goes) and my daughter is starting new projects, specifically a Cousin Itt using the same techniques she used on the Wookiee. People are actually asking her to make costumes for them and they have money in hand so I suspect she's going to be busy for a while. In addition to her incredible sewing talent, she's becoming a terrific photographer, often taking pictures of the 501st when they're out doing what they do. She embellishes the photos into works of art. She's my kid and I'm really proud of her.
There you have all the news that's fit to print. The nights are getting cooler here, the sun is rotating on its axis, the garden is slowly going to sleep and I'm gearing up cardmaking for an October craft sale in Chillicothe, IL. All is well in our world.
