I'm sorry CJ's first search and rescue ended that way.

And Zen I'm glad you got in the house to feed the kitties.

Mom got her last cat because the neighbor who had him was constantly leaving and asking Mom to cat sit. Mom loved Vien anyway but she'd say she'd be gone for a week and then be gone two. Or would just leave a note and catfood at Mom's door.

Finally Mom took over ownership after she was gone for nearly a month. He was an indoor-outdoor cat. mostly outdoors and feed a lot of table scraps. He was a pure bred Ragdoll cat that the orginal owner (not the neighbor) paid like $500 for then got tired of him and gave him to the neighbor. When Mom got him he had bald patches and was throwing up because the tartar build up on his teeth was so bad.

But he lived a long healthy and well loved life.

I saw part of the US women's soccer match when I met Will for lunch. I heard one announcer say almost all the Columbia players were 20 and under and holding the US to 3 goals was really impressive.

Will and I had a nice day we went to this used furniture and other stuff store in Burlington that had used vinyl as well as used books and other stuff. I picked up a Jello recipe booklet.

Then next door is a used vinyl and used bookstore. Which was cool, then we walked along the waterfront. Which was nice, but I got really hot, I should have had more water. But afterwards I had a creemee (that's Vermont for soft serve ice cream).

I had a black cat named Noodle. She was named that because when we got her, she was an abandoned, undernourished kitten (we found her at our meetinghouse- trapped between the double doors, actually.) She was so stressed and in need of food, all she did the first month was eat and sleep in that boneless kitten fashion, so she resembled a limp little noodle. Once she got back up to weight, she got her mischievouses on.

Dinner, though late, went well. Very well. I do approve of this boy, he's really respectful, but got very comfortable with me quickly. And he hugged me when they left (just now.) Turns out he's 19, not 18, but just graduated this year (he was quick to tell me "Because I flunked a grade. But a long time ago! It was second! I'm going to college next year!"

I have a good catcare network. I trust 'em implicitly.

Yes, having reliable petsitters is a huge relief.

I'm sorry CJ's first search and rescue ended that way.

It was a sad ending but I am very proud of CJ. And I am sure he helped bring closure and comfort to the family.

I am very glad I have the people at kitty jail. But I really wish I had in-home sitters for Puppycat or for one night with Kittenish. It's not paying for the care, it's the loading them in carriers and hauling.

For all that I was worrying about having enough food to feed the boyfriend, I have to say that skinniminnie Taylor held her own. I think he only ate one more slider than she did (I got those challah mini-rolls and several varieties of pulled meat to feed 'em.) And beans and coleslaw and chips and cheese and crackers.

Still have leftovers, but I don't worry that anyone left hungry. Well, T DID take the rest of the bag of potato chips with her, but....

The metabolism of youth: I ate ONE. They polished off 11 between them.

Noodle! She sounds like a sweetheart, Suzi. And CJ should be really proud of himself.

The metabolism of youth: I ate ONE. They polished off 11 between them.

Having a 19-year-old and a 14-year-old boy in the house means I have to hide certain things or I would never get a chance to eat them. Eating MACHINES.

So we had a boil order in my county yesterday....which I knew nothing about until I drank, oh, nearly a gallon of water.

I threw up a lot yesterday, and while the digestive rumblings have calmed, my stomach still HURTS and I am naused.

Happy freakin' 4th.

Oh, and we got a mysterious short phone call that M will be visiting us earlier than the 14th. Since he was supposed to stay with his stepdad's folk's for a week in St. Louis, and we found out his stepgrandmother there has terminal cancer, I'm betting it has something to do with that. Sad.

They just got back from dead signalville, and walked in the door, so I'll know more tomorrow, and of course, it's fine that M come early. Crossing fingers that arrangements can be made with a minimum of angst and drama.

Oh, Erin.

A friend resorted to padlocking the pantry. There were other issues, clearly, but it was the only guarantee she'd wake up to food in the morning. He had his own money for food, but he was spending it on other things. They were on a very tight budget.

Also, 19 year old look like babies to me. OK, he could be especially youthful, but since the incoming classes on campus look younger and younger to me these days...

I'm charmed by finding out that the reason he came to dinner was because he wanted to meet me. It wasn't Taylor's idea, but his. Makes me wonder what she must say about me to her friends. Must be flattering if they want to meet me...

Oh, I know. I mean, I realize some kids are having kids young, but at this last VBS, it was ridic. There were kids in there all baby-faced that I thought were students (in this case would have been 6th grade or under) that turned out to be parents. I swear. So yeah, clearly I have my elderly eyes on these days, because everybody looks like babies to me. Tellers at the bank, cops, everybody. I got your crotchety right here, bitches!