Mike was telling me, after a recent late-night bishopric meeting, that he wasn't sure he was quite up to the standard when it comes to how things are run these days. He mentioned the I-pads and fancy plans for tracking things electronically etc., that the other bishopric members had. And then he showed me the pen and spiral-bound notebook he'd brought to the meeting. It think it's certainly ... nearly as sophisticated. Classic at least. (Especially considering the large jackalope one of the kids had scribbled in the front of the notebook.)
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Hans recently announced that he has a true love now. (Kindergarten seems as good a place as any to find one I guess.) When I asked for more details, he couldn't be sure about her name, but that's only an insignificant detail compared to the things he has discovered; namely that: she's smart and "reads good" like he does, she doesn't just "draw a circle for a head with legs sticking out like some kids in kindergarten do" (another superior trait they have in common), she has her ears pierced (very mature), and she's one of the taller kids in the class just like he is. Who wouldn't be in love?
Truly though, outside of family, he hasn't been around a lot of kids his age. His primary class is quite small. And it's kind of dear to me to think of his little blonde-headed, five-year-old self suddenly taking especial note of and being impressed by this other small person. (He might even take enough note to figure out her name one of these days. :))
Speaking of kids drawing circles for heads with legs poking out. ... Starling's drawings have always just been circles, scribbles and lines. But then, recently, I noticed those circles, scribbles, and lines had begun connecting and curving themselves into more recognizable forms. It's kind of miraculous to see kids shift in understanding of what they can create. (Though heaven knows what Hans will say if her people don't get more sophisticated before she reaches kindergarten!)
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Remember, after we saved Biscuit from the farm (even though we already had Little Gray Cat around to pester Shasta), how Abe dreamt about the bag he opened full of temple name cards ... and four more gray kittens? (Haha.)
Well, it pretty much has come true. At least the kittens part. (Sigh.) We probably still need to get cracking to get a whole bag of temple names complete, but the kittens: Abe foretold them. (Sigh again.)
Not long after Biscuit's arrival, some stray cat had a batch of kittens in our neighbor's backyard. (All of them gray.) Our neighbor called animal control, but they had no interest in coming out for stray cats. Unfortunately, before very long, those kittens' mother deemed them old enough to fend for themselves and, before very much longer, those kittens discovered our cats' food bowls. And, with Biscuit too little too care, and Shasta too neutered (haha) to bother with chasing off cats anymore (like he used to faithfully do), (and Little Gray just a stray herself), they just keep sneaking into our yard to eat. They aren't tiny any more, and they are feral as can be. And I feel bad for them, but I'm also not thrilled to be feeding a million wild cats (we go through cat food like crazy now). And I'm not interested in being responsible for catching the wild things and having them all fixed (like we did for Little Gray). But I'm also terrified of the potential for more and more and more kittens being born right in the bushes of our backyard!
We just need to hurry up and move I think. There's no other solution.
But! First, this small story involving the kittens: Since they are all gray (and Little Gray Cat is gray and Biscuit is gray) it can be tricky knowing which cat is actually on our deck at any given time (though opening the door narrows it down somewhat; the strays flee away and Biscuit flees in). Mike pointed out that there are two who come most regularly to sneak food. One of them, he explained, has more white on its feet than the others; and one ... is missing half of its tail! (I don't know how a cat loses half of his tail, but Mike was right, one had.) I told this to the kids so they could keep better track of which cats they saw. And then, a day or so later, Jesse came in from the backyard--carrying something gray and fluffy--and, tossing it on the counter said, "I found the other half of that gray cat's tail". And he had. Right in our backyard. And now there it was: right on my kitchen counter! (Kids! Cats! Sigh to the lot of them!)
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Anyway, that is all for now. (Though perhaps, with such an ending as that, I ought to at least add a few more photos to get that cat tail out of our minds!)
And we will end on that high note. :)
4 comments:
This sounds like the book Millions of Cats. Perhaps they will just eat each other all up and that will be that.
Hahaha! Though I suppose it might seem rather disturbing to my children, at this point it would provide a tidy solution! (Well, probably not exactly “tidy” 😂)
When Joseph was called as a bishop he came home lamenting that he was required to now have his own email account for private emails from the church. Here it is 14 years later and I still have to remind him to check his email AND to check his junk folder. He is a pen, pencil, notebook guy too. He barely tolerates having a cell phone!
Haha! Oh I love that! It’s comforting to know Mike isn’t alone in liking things done without all the bells and whistles.
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