...or we could just call it "managing to get a photo of one of the feral kittens in my carport" but it doesn't sound as good, now does it? I was out with Toby (my German Shepherd) letting him go around and do his thing, and happened to spot this little beauty just sitting there on top of the lawnmower. The kittens are certainly growing and getting very pretty, too. I want to pet them something awful but I rather like my hands intact and unbloodied. Actually, they would probably just run away out of range unless they felt cornered, which I would never do. They allow me to feed and water them and talk silly baby-talk to them, and they will even get within touching distance while I clean out the leaves and such from the water bowl, but I don't want to make them feel unsafe, so I don't attempt to touch.
My Little One, on the other hand, loves the attention and is quite affectionate. Still having trouble determining what gender, of course, so still calling it a lot of silly-talk names like "sweetpea" and "scamp", etc. L.O. doesn't seem to mind not having a name just yet. What with the Thanksgiving holiday, there hasn't been time to go to the vet, plus I wanted to wait until L.O. is old enough for shots and all, so about another week or so, I'm thinking.
Speaking of Thanksgiving, it went well. Of course two days of cleaning and cooking wore me out, so I did next to nothing the following three days. My husband and I do most of the cooking - he does the turkey and the potatoes, and I do everything else - so it is a lot of work even for just 5 or 6 people. And while I prep and cook the food, I think of Mom. I really miss her - all the time - but particularly around the holiday period from Thanksgiving through New Year's. I get why some people hate this time of year, I really do, but because of the type of personality I am, instead of avoiding the memories and hating the holidays, I think of all the wonderful times and find the joy. I have a knack for sorting through the sad stuff and thinking of only the happier things. Drives my man nuts! But it was a lovely, quiet time with Dad and my cousin Larry, with good food and fun stories from past holidays. I haven't heard a peep from the other cousins, though, which is a good thing, but also a little juvenile, too. I'll explain:
The week before Thanksgiving, both of my problem-cousins posted a couple of those stupid political rants: one said "keep the immigrants, deport the Republicans" and another one was a quote of some politician or other saying that Republicans weren't inherently evil, but because of their greed they became evil, or something to that effect. Anyway, I had had enough, so I climbed on my soapbox and ranted a bit about how tired I was of being pigeon-holed and then vilified for my political association, etc. I might have mentioned how people I considered friends and family were no better than angry villagers, running wildly in a pack with their torches and pitchforks, looking for anyone to attack...Anyway, it has been oddly quiet ever since. No ridiculous political shares and no wishes for a Happy Thanksgiving either. Oh well, chalk it up as the price of peace, I guess. I'm not complaining, anyway :) I will consider it yet another accomplishment. So on that happy note, I leave you with a picture of L.O. sleeping with a Beanie-Baby parrot in my arms.
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