Heading out.

The beadboard for the pantry is done. 

I've been gimping around. Tim has been going to the fair to meet up with friends and watch the tractor pulls. I've been staying at home resting my back. Something that made me laugh is this: Tim is not an animal person. He's just not. He never has been. And now, we've got a cat. And that cat has kittens. Because he is married to a sap, he's been going along with the feeding of the cats pretty patiently for a man who doesn't like animals. 

I wondered though. Back when we knew there were kittens but hadn't seen them yet, we were feeding a very bedraggled mother cat. Soon we'd catch a glimpse of a tiny kitten here or there. Finally I saw them all together and I said, "Well. We've got 4 kittens out there." And Tim's only response was "That's cool." 

I didn't expect that.

Anyways, he came home from the fair, and was telling me that he'd run into an old friend. He said, "I was telling Larry about those cats, and he was telling me about the pregnant cat that showed up at his place. They felt sorry for her and started feeding her because she looked so bad. She had her kittens, and they paid to have them all neutered just as soon as possible. They found homes for the mother and the kittens, but they kept the runt. Tim was laughing while he told me all the adventures that Larry and his wife have been having with this tiny little runt.

I laughed with him, but I can tell you, the idea that he'd sit and talk about the cats with an old friend is not something that I'd ever expect from him. 

The police are patrolling our street tonight. That's nice to see, but I don't expect that they'll catch these kids. They rarely do. In answer to Red's question, it really isn't at all surprising that we didn't hear the breaking glass. The picture window is in the office, which was the old front porch of the house. It was enclosed and turned into an extra room. Our bedroom is at the back of the house. Between there and the office, there is one exterior wall and two interior walls, plus a foyer with a long hall. So no. We did not hear a sound. 

I am heading out tomorrow morning, to my grandaughters' birthday party. William is riding out with me. Tim has decided to stay home. We probably have nothing to worry about, but we have a broken picture window. He's worried about someone prowling around. He's worried about further damage. He's worried about someone getting inside the house. He wants to be available if the police call. He wants to keep an eye on kids prowling around after dark. 

I won't be back until Monday at the earliest, but I'm kind of hoping to be there until Tuesday. My daughter in law has a project that needs doing and I think that it would be much easier for her to get it done if she had extra hands to help with the girls and with the job at hand. 

I won't be blogging until I get back. 

Rigmor? Check in, will you?