Cats. We have two of 'em. Actually, two and a newborn kitten. But, more are coming. When we got our kittens last summer, Hubby was adamant that they were to be outside cats, barn cats, if you will, even though we don't have a barn. I reluctantly agreed. That agreement lasted about two weeks, until granddaughter, Sweetie Pie, came for a visit. She only had to ask her Pappy one time if the kittens could come inside for a little while. Of course, he melted into a puddle, and immediately said, "yes, but only for a little while."
During her visit, the little while stretched out to be longer and longer. After she left, Amazing Daughter and I tried to melt Pappy's heart with our
|The kitties were very clean while Sweetie Pie was here.|
She insisted on giving them several baths.
|Prim and her new baby|
|Rascal waiting for her delivery day|
And now for the dreaded topic of "am I crazy?". I fear the answer is yes, but, I'm in denial. Here's a small example. This morning, Hubby and I sat down to breakfast, jabbering about something or other. I jumped up to get something I forgot then sat down again. By this time, Amazing Daughter had joined us. We all started eating, and I asked if we were going to pray first. Hubby looked at me like I had just come from outer space.
"We just prayed", he said. "We did not.", I said. "Yes we did." "No we didn't."
Amazing Daughter chimed in and said, "Gee, I wish I would have been here to witness it." "Me too, then you would know that I'm right", I said.
Hubby said again, "We prayed." (But, I know we didn't! And, if we did, then I am, in fact, losing my mind, such as it is!) Finally, I said, "Well, it must have been really short, or I wasn't paying attention." Which could also be a possibility.