My granddaughter and I visited kitties yesterday. We first went to the pet store and saw two black kittens and one grown black one. I could hardly tear her away. Then I said we could visit my daughter's cats, and we did that. I could hardly tear her away. Then she expressed how her parents would never let her have a cat, and it would take her forever to have her own (20) cats. She next tried to persuade me to get a cat, because then she could visit it once a week and she would be happy. That was pretty clever of her: now the guilt was switched from her parents to me. I countered that when school began she'd meet new friends in her class and maybe they would have cats. I did not console her. She is a most determined child.
We found school clothes for her, and tights and shoes, had a lovely lunch out, then came home and sewed a blanket and pillow for the cats and dogs in the shelter we are going to visit with my friend. Then we watched Tim Burton's "Alice in Wonderland", after receiving permission from her mom via phone. She loved it. I returned her home and we ate cherry tomatoes from her plants. I came back exhausted but happy.
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