Saturday, May 15

Up late again this morning, around 8 a.m., and then did a treadmill session and resistance exercises after breakfast.

It rained hard this morning, which didn't deter one of the female cats from having her kittens near Mother's porch. Mother discovered her soaking wet early this morning, so Hubbie went over and gathered her and two kittens into a basket and brought them in the house. The kittens were pretty dry, but the mama cat needed a towel rubdown.

Then, Hubbie put her and her kittens in a box in the sunroom, but the mama seemed unsettled, so he took the box to Mother's porch. Later, he checked on her and found her with another kitten on the ground near the porch. So he put that kitten in the box with other two. So far, the mama has accepted her new digs, but she'll probably eventually move the kittens somewhere else...hopefully, not out in the elements again. These three kittens are white, black, and gray (or what is known as Russian Blue, though of course, none of the kittens are full blooded).

After lunch, we got a visit from a couple looking for kittens. We were glad to oblige by giving them their choice from the four that are now eating kitten chow and ready for homes. The couple chose the Siamese-looking one, and a black one. They wanted two to could keep each other company. We now have another black one and a Russian Blue left from that litter. Hopefully, we can find homes for those soon.

The couple who took the kittens will obviously give them a good home...the husband works on the railroad, and the wife seems to be a very pleasant, loving person. It takes no time at all to become attached to those little critters, so we are anxious that the kittens go to good homes, where we know they will be well cared for.

Later, Hubbie and I ran errands...to buy birthday greeting cards, and to a grocery store for slaw mix, plus angel food cake and ice cream to go with fresh strawberries for supper. Supper tonight was Ziplock bag omelets, served with biscuits and gravy.

Mother went home afterward, and Hubbie and I did our usual thing of watching TV. Tonight, we watched, "Gran Torino," an R-rated movie starring Clint Eastwood. Eastwood's character is a Korean War veteran, and a widower, who has recently lost his wife. He's grizzled, grumpy, and tough enough to strike fear into a gang of punks. His neighborhood has become mainly Asian, which he at first resents. But then after he gets acquainted with one of the young women, he begins to appreciate her family and friends. He mentors her brother, coming to his defense when the young man is set upon by the gang. But in so doing, he sets in motion a terrible chain of events, which he then deals with in an unorthodox manner.