So, today we stripped the roof. Tomorrow we are hoping to re-paper and shingle it, so that it doesn't rain in. We are also praying that it doesn't rain overnight, or we will literally be sleeping under the stars when the whole damned roof caves in.

So, tonight we had a happy ending. I was helping clean up when I hear meowing. So, upon investigation, I find this tiny calico kitten. Well, not tiny, maybe about 6 months old, good sized. It's under my truck, and it's coming to me when I call. So, it decides that it wants to be on my side of the chain-link fence, and squeezes itself through the fence! No bones in cats, I tells ya. So, it lets me pick it up. I end up putting it in one of the cages, and we are going to call animal services in the morning, I don't want the poor thing roving the neighborhood and either getting hit by a car, eaten by a pitbull or starving to death. I give it some tuna and water and it gobbles it. Well, it got out of the big cage, so I come back to get it, it runs up to me, and I find a smaller cage for it. Escape artist. I'm dreading taking it to the pound tomorrow, it's so sweet and tame. It just wants to play. So, my husband sees it, and says that his cousin has one just like it, and calls to see if he wants it. Well, all-in-all, the wife ends up taking it, it loves the kids, and they have 2 other calicos at home. So, happy ending to be had, and tears avoided. Good news.

Other than that, it's been a reasonably quiet week. But a good one.

Cheers, and here's to happy times.

~R