Mothers

Do we become our mothers?  I sure hope not.  I take out my parents garbage every week and have missed seeing my mother the last month. She was out to lunch.   She drives me crazy and now I understand why my daughter lives in Montana.  She wants to remember me with a least half a brain.  My mother has a spaghetti brain.  A mushy over cooked spaghetti brain at that.  I needed sugar and caffeine to get me home.  Okay, that was my afternoon, we went to dinner with Fred's mom.  She tells us every time we see the sun set that some day it will be gone.  I asked her today when and she said in a million years.  Just a little warning.
The three S's today, Sassy, Sadie and Smokie.  We are working on their feather jumping skills.  All three of them have beautiful fur.  Great owners who love their kitties make beautiful, healthy kitties. Only Gracie and Cooper on the canine side of friends.
My herd is fine.  I will miss Bailey when he leaves, but Libby will fit in fine. Time for a decaf.