So, DD is visiting. She brought our two grand-kitties with her, since she'll be staying a few weeks.
The cats are confused. They love me (naturally; what creature wouldn't?), but I made the mistake of cuddling with our part-time neighbor cat before they got here. And then the bigger mistake of not changing my clothes afterward. It seems my precious grand-kitties think I've been cheating on them with another cat (which, granted, I have), so they are alternately rubbing up against me and hissing at me. But they are cute, so they are forgiven.
Here's the adorable Valentine, feeling welcome:
And here's her awesome sister, Vera, reaching out to hold hands with DD:
Who wouldn't forgive them? Well, except Part-Time Neighbor Cat, who has been banned from the house for the duration of the grand-kitties' visit:
While Hissy Cats were having a time out in their room*, DD and I went to Wegman's in search of Kosher-for-Passover matzah**. Which -- horrors! -- they were out of. Wegman's, you let me down.
But they did have wine! With goats on it! We'll take it to DD's in-laws' tonight for Passover Seder, because there's a lot of wine-drinking involved in a Passover Seder (is that a great religion or what?), and there's some sort of a goat song involved. So we thought the goat wine would be appropriate.We are nothing if not appropriate. (Oh, all right. We also thought it would be kind of smart-assy, but since DD's in-laws have a great sense of humor, we know they'll appreciate it):
"What?" says I, confused.
"Your ID," says the checker, embarrassed.
"Are you kidding?" says I.
"I'm sorry. It's the rule," says Checker Boy.
"No problem," says I, digging out driver's license, thinking, are you blind, kid?
I was still giggling on the way out of the store, until DD kindly pointed out that if I were under twenty-one, apparently I'd had a hard life.
Yeah, I know. And yet I didn't leave her at the store. That's motherly love for you.
(DD wants me to mention that she gets her smart-assery from me, so I shouldn't complain.)
Kind of a scattered post today, I know. What can I say? I'm a little distracted.
What has you distracted these days? Something fun, I hope!
*Yes, the cats have their own room here. It was DD's room when she still lived with us, but she now stays in the guest room when she visits, so the cats get hers. Someday, when I stop writing long enough to do a little redecorating, it will be transformed into my writing haven. But it will likely still have a litter box.
**Yes, DD is Jewish. Though she was nominally raised Episcopalian (I fear we didn't go to church...well, religiously, so to speak), she became interested in Judaism in college, and decided it was the religion for her. Since Episcopalians are, due to their legendary reserve, often referred to as "the frozen chosen," and Jews are considered "God's chosen people," TG and I figure she didn't so much convert as defrost.
(If you're interested in a more complete explanation of the process, you can read about how I became an honorary Jewish mother here.)