Hurray!

My house is termite free--well it wasn't exactly free but it is over. I stayed with
Aunt Betty two nights and all of my renters had to move out too. Ms Kitty had a bad time. The termite man turned on the BIG fan before I got her out of the house and scared her. She hates the car and because she was in a strange place she hid in the closet for the first day. Moving Ms Kitty is a lot like moving a baby. I had to take her sand box, water dispenser, food dispenser, and the travel carrier. I forgot her scratching board but found one in Bettie's garage. I will be un-bagging things for days. On the bright side I am cleaning the shelves and getting ride of a LOT of things that should have gone a long time ago.

During the termite inspection it was discovered that more repairs were needed on the outside of the apartment. Ken has taken care of that and hopefully my 'Winchester House' has all the repairs it needs for a while.

Ms Kitty goes to the Vet

I took Ms Kitty to the Vet Tuesday. She wouldn't get into the carrier! I tried pushing her in head first..no luck. I tried standing the carrier on end and dropping her in, she spread her feet and held on to the sides..no luck. My back hurt, I gave up and set the carrier on the floor with the door open..she went in!

At the doctors office she wouldn't come out! I pulled, pushed and tried to dump her out..no luck. I removed the top half of the carrier. She remained in the bottom half, now the doctor could examine her. She had a slight fever and got an antibiotic shot. She weights 12 pounds and I had to have help caring her in the carrier. I now know there is no pill for Ms Kitty's personality and I'm the one that needs help.

Sweet Memories

MOTHER’S DAY BREAKFAST

”Shush, Ricky don’t wake Mama up!” cautioned Crystal, “you’ll spoil the surprise.”

“OK, Ok I’m sorry. What can we fix?” answered Ricky.

Crystal said, “A lady on television made ‘Eggs in a Frame’ and that’s what I want to cook.”

“I saw that program too, I’m the biggest, and I’ll cook.” Ricky said.

“I’m big too, I’m seven and you’re only nine.”

“So, I’m the oldest and the oldest does the cooking” explained Ricky, making up rules to support his case. “I butter the bread, cut a circle in the middle and put it in the skillet. Then I break the egg into the hole and it cooks there.”

I’ll get a glass of milk too.” Said Crystal “Mother will love having breakfast in bed.”

Mother pretends to sleep and awaits the sweetest, if not the best breakfast, of the year.

“I’m going to pick a flower for the tray.” Crystal said.


Smiling broadly, and bearing the breakfast tray, the children enter the bedroom. The tray contains the food, a handmade Mothers Day card, and a long stem rose. It is in a small vase complete with water. The motion of the tray causes the vase to topple over and spill water over the plate of food.

“That’s alright” said mother “I don’t like dry toast.”

The children watch with eager anticipation as mother takes the first bite. In spite of the generous amount of salt, on the eggs, she smiles and says, “Yummy, thank you.” Everyone feels a warm glow.

After hug and kisses, mother cleans up the kitchen. It looks like a cyclone has hit it. Life returns to normal and awaits next year’s “surprise” Mother’s Day breakfast in bed.