Back last summer Ted mentioned several times that we should get a kitten...you can't be sad with a kitten, 'cause they make you laugh! Our cats are at the geriatric stage....12 years old. They sleep. They eat. Then they sleep some more. Anyone who's been to the store will know that Patches sleeps...and begs for treats. Mr. Key, the black tom who sleeps in the couch at home, is also very low key. 

Then there is Oliver. HeeHeeHee. A week ago Monday I visited the animal shelter in Owen Sound.

"Please, may I see your cats? No, No, I'm just looking. This little guy's pretty! Maybe tomorrow I'll come back with my cat carrier. Oh, I can borrow one? Really, Oliver wants to come home now?"

Amazing! These wonderful folks speak cat. Who knew? Meet Oliver....

Isn't he pretty? He's about six months old. He was in the house for about 37

seconds, when he landed in the dinning room window. Several plants and two vases

later, he got out of the window. Patches spent the first night at the top of the

stairs...spitting and hissing. I'm a light sleeper. Second night, Patches came to

bed and proceeded to hiss and spit from there, all night. Poor Oliver just

couldn't understand why these old cats will not play with him.

Peace at last. The older cats have had a staff meeting and decided the ignoring

the new guy is the best thing to do. Life is peaceful for now....funny, but peaceful.

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Didn't we have fun on Sunday? Check out the Gallery page for pictures of last year's Block of the Month. You will see the same 12 blocks put together 19 different ways....great job ladies! Thank you to Judy, Ruthann and Debbie, for their treats. As promised, here is Ruthann's Sugar Ginger Squares.

1 cup brown sugar

1/2 cup butter or margarine

Heat slowly until sugar is melted. Do not cook or boil. Allow to cool. Then add:

1 cup cut-up ginger in syrup (available at the Bulk Barn) Crystalized ginger is not a good substitute.

Mix in 1 egg and 1 tsp vanilla.

Add 1 cup flour and 1 tsp baking powder, pinch of salt.

Place in ungreased 8x8 pan or mini muffin tins (bake mini's for 15 miniutes)

Bake squares at 350 degrees for 20 minutes.

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THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR MY BIRTHDAY! I hope everyone had as much fun as I did. Thank you for the singing, and the cards, and gifts! What a wonderful surprize. I'm so blessed to have such great friends. Thank you as well to Ted and Judy for taking me out to dinner and providing the massive amount of balloons. Next year when I turn 49 (again) we'll party some more! Thanks again for getting me through the day!

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I need to tell you about the 'Crab Man'. So Judy and I were on the beach. It was very windy, we were using three chairs. Two in the shade, one in the sun.

Down the beach comes this little old couple. These people are so sweet, they make my teeth ache. They are clearly in love. They see one empty chair beside our three, and claim it. Yes, I know. We gave them our extra chair. Now they are the happiest people on the beach. They love us.  They don't speak English. We don't speak French. There's a lot of smiling and hand gesturing. We look honest, so they smile, point, nod, and know that we will protect their belongings while they swim. Thirty seven seconds later they are back sunbathing on their chairs. What about the crab?  

Judy and I have spent the week on the beach, reading. I happen to glance down and there's this shell walking between my chair and Mr. Happy Frenchman. I pick it up and put it between Judy and I for a photo shoot. Clearly, my new friend is curious about what I picked up. So, I placed it back where I found it so he might also enjoy the little beastie. He became very excited. I figured out that he was asking if I wanted it.....he called me Mademoiselle. Bless him!

Next thing I know, he's taking the poor little critter over to show his wife. He's smiling, talking, pointing at me. She's saying thank you. I know that word. He's sticking poor Mr. Crab into the back pocket of his swim trunks. We're horrified. Not only will this nice man get grabbed in the butt, but the little crab is going to croke. So I get up and go over to the man. Excuse me sir, but there's an animal in the shell. He nods. I make more hand gestures. I point to his rear end. He nods some more. They leave shortly after that. Judy and I would be the middle aged (yes, we are! Be quiet!) woman on the beach giggling like idiots. "Hey lady we gave you husband crabs." "Honey, why does our luggage smell so funky?" "what's that bitting my butt???" Maybe you had to be there.

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