Believe It or Not.

As many of you may recall, last winter I moaned about the weather incessantly.  That's just what Maritimers do.  I'm going to try my best not to whine about it this year except for what happened this past Sunday.

Let's just say I was rendered speechless when I woke up to this Sunday morning. Believe it or not.

Below is another believe it or not moment:

This has never happened before.  Sophie and Emma actually jumped up on the couch even though Millie was there first.  Those two dogs are in fear and trembling when Millie's in the house.  I guess when the wood fire is going all bets are off.  Of course they always take the best seat in the house.  Do I make them move? Of course not.

The Story of Millie

Last week when I showed the photo of the cat at the window some of you Gentle Readers inquired as to the ownership of said cat.  She is our cat and her name is Millie.

It is very hard to get a nice photo of her.  She is terrified of everything.  Except rodents. Most days we find a lovely decapitated rodent outside our front door.  Millie is that giving.

A neighbour brought her to us several years ago.  He saw a car dump her off at the building site he was working on.  He brought her home but their cat wouldn't tolerate the poor little kitten in his house.  Knowing we I was a soft touch for little four legged creatures, he asked if we would take her in.  It was late fall and we I couldn't say no.

Daughter #2 named her Millie. I fear for her baby's name.  She was the most loving, cuddly little creature you could ever imagine.  Then, Millie got fixed.  Spayed if you will.  Overnight, that poor cat's personality changed and not for the better.  Terrified of everything, Millie pretty much kept to herself.

Over the last year we lost our two other cats.  Millie is like a new creature.  Much calmer and she even purrs now.  She tries to get the dogs to play with her.  Outside she is possessed.  Climbs trees with wild abandon, chases the dogs, jumps over them, etc.  They keep their distance!

I'm sure there's a lesson here for all of us,  I just haven't figured out what it is yet.  Don't get fixed?  No way.

Princess Sophie

                                               Small dog casts big shadow.        

The Sleepover

This weekend my little grandson stayed with us as his mummy and daddy attended a wedding out of town.  Oh what fun we had!

Our little girls couldn't wait for him to go arrive.

The girls got anxious and decided to wait for him outside.  let us in!

Sophie, don't you remember when he was your little baby?

I'm trying my best to forget that, Mummy.

 Emma, you're his half sister don't you love him?  No, I just liked stealing his baby bed.

 Now, he's a big boy and he loves to play with the girls. Whether they like it or not.

 Bmer you're here!  Let the fun begin.  The girls are always a bit shy and standoffish at first but they gradually warm up to him.  Pretty soon they're all rolling around wrestling with each other.  But then it happens.  Remember when  you were a kid, if there were three kids around, one always got left out?  Same with doggies.  One dog was always interrupting the other two having fun.

Okay, puppies, it's bedtime.  Let's all go out and do our duty before we hit the hay sheets!

Hey, whaddya mean I can't sleep with Emma and Bmer?  We have learned from previous sleepovers that Daddy and Sophie have to sleep in a separate room because she and Bmer will wrestle all.night.long.  After numerous configurations and substitutions we have learned that Emma and Bmer have to sleep with Mummy because Emma will not put up with any shennanigans or tomfoolery.  Except this time, Mummy forgot to feed Bmer before he went to bed. who knew? And she spent the longest time trying to settle him down before the lightbulb went off and she remembered to feed him.  Ahh, sleep at last!

Until 6:30am when sharp little ears hear Daddy in the other room.  I open the door and let them at him.  Then I promptly go back to sleep.

Bmer keeps looking for his mummy and daddy.  Oh, happy day, here they are!

All is right with the world.  Emma and Sophie are exhausted and sleep all day Sunday. Thank goodness that's over with, they're thinking.  But guess what, daughter #1's doggy is coming over next weekend!  I'm sure grandchildren will be easier, won't they?