Monday Ramblings

We scared up a momma cat and her kittens last week. Evidently, she ran off and left one little one behind. The boys have spent the better part of 2 days feeding and coaxing it/he/she out of the wood pile. Yesterday after lunch, they showed up on the porch with the little one in hand. Bandit, as the boys have named it, still prefers the woodpile, but is warming up nicely. So, now we have 3 cats. You can imagine how thrilled Scout is.

I was cleaning yesterday and found this....seems like yesterday. 

Skipper was 6, Scar was 4, Scrappy was 2 and Skeeter was 3-5 months. 

Scout got the additional outlet run to the downstairs washer. Believe it or not, when we built this house, we didn't think about putting an outlet for the washer. The dryer got one, but not the washer.

So now I have a washer/dryer upstair and a washer/dryer downstairs. I think that is the best thing since sliced bread! I am so happy to no longer be carrying clothes up and down the stairs. And now, because that's the kind of momma I am, the boys are responsible for their own laundry. This is not news to them, they have known for a year that this day was coming.  But lest you thing there was great rejoicing(that was all me) on their part, there was not, it was more like weeping and gnashing of teeth.

The middles are a day camp this week. I get Skipper home after 2 weeks and then they take off. At least at night they are in their beds.

Next week they all go to my momma and daddy's.
ALL of them.
For the week.

That leaves me alone.

For the week.

By...myself.