Good morning. Kitteh sez Mew.
My friend Sharon from Cub Scouts told me that she and her 20-year-old son are going to be fostering mother cats and kittens from the Humane Society in Charlotte. She’s been making thematic box-houses for them.
Oh, crikey. I wish I was a neighbor of your friend Sharon!
I woke up to find a very sweet message from my son who is suffering from bronchitis again. (My fault. I grew up in the days when smoking was cool, and no one knew what it would do to a forming fetus.) The message was telling me how much he loved me, which he seldom says. It made my day!