Back Into Reality

It's strange when your daughter goes from living in a "girlie" apartment to her "big girl townhome" with fiance` in tow.  I still think of her as a 16 year old cheerleader.  I suppose my parents feel the same way about me.   David and I stayed in her guest room and I found myself waiting for a cat to jump up on me.  Fortunately, there was "Meatball" their 22 pound French Bulldog. 

I can't imagine going anywhere unless there's a cat or dog in the house.  I need something furry to kiss and David doesn't count.

As usual, we had some minor chaos with the rescue while I was away, but our volunteers were AWESOME and handled things beautifully.  Why do I even waste the time worrying?   David usually complains about the roaming charges on my cell phone while we're out of town , so I decided to text our volunteers with questions, etc.  I must've sent 100+ texts over the course of the 4 days only to find out that there are "roaming text charges" of $1.75 EACH.  (Sorry, David....love you!)

It's been Maternity City for us.  All of our little pregnant Moms seem to have given birth all at the same time.  The photo ops are priceless:

It's hard to believe when I first started rescuing and fostering, that all I did was bottlefeed kittens and do maternity care.  Now I look at these little guys and feel tired.   :)  Being a Grandma looks good on me.  Hahahhaa!

I think I'm caught up with my rescue work for a few moments.  The photographer is coming to take pictures of my house and a "For Sale" sign is going up in the yard in about 30 minutes.  I feel like I need to be sad about selling this house, but I never bonded with it.  I can hardly wait to move on to the next step in life's adventure.  (Too corny?  Maybe.)