We took our cats Tieler and Caley down to Grandma and Grandpa Thurman's house last night. We drove down at about 6 pm and didn't get back until after midnight. We left Joe and Emma at Aunt Ann's house to play with their cousins while Lindy went with us. She wanted to say her last goodbyes to Tieler and make sure he and Caley had a good home. She handled it pretty well considering that she cried all afternoon when we told her they had to go because our neighbor would just keep catching them and sending them to the pound. (Our neighbor has the law on his side in this so, unless we put them on a leash or keep them inside all the time, there is nothing we can do.) Cats are meant to be outdoors and free.

They will be well taken care of down in Annabella. Uncle Ray is there right now, but Grandma and Grandpa Thurman will be back home from their mission in just a few days and Grandpa will take good care of them. Uncle Ray will take care of them also.

They seemed excited and also a little jittery at their new home. There are a couple cats already there, but Caley hissed at one so I think they will be able to hold their own. The car ride down was not too pleasent for them. Tieler pooped twice and made a mess. Once in the litter box, but then he got it all over is paws and the seat and Lindy. The next time in the carring cage we placed him in. We had to stop at the side of the road and clean the car out. Cats are a real bother. Caley was well behaved throughout. She is a smart kitty.

Deanne said that the other day while driving down to Cornbellies at Thanksgiving Point for a homeschool field trip, little Joe counted to 1,000. It took him a long time and he was really pround and thought he was fast. Deanne told him he was not really that fast. Poor guy. I wish she wouldn't do that. Why did she need to "put him in his place"? When has she ever counted to a thousand? I think it was a great accomplishment, especiall for a six-year-old! Boys need to brag and be admired for their willingness to take on challenges and accomplish them. Deanne, growing up right in the middle of five girls, needs to understand this.