Midnight is no longer a kitten as he is in the picture.  He still loves to hop up on my tummy when I’m relaxing in the recliner.  It used to be funny.  Now he can me go, “Ooofff!”  In other words, my little buddy is a getting to be a big guy.

He’s still as curious as ever.  He has to sniff, lick or bite anything new.  Fortunately, a camera lens only rates a sniff.  Nothing good to eat there.  Not even worth playing with.  So he says, “Forget you.”  And he goes over and settles in beside Sylvia.  He likes it on her chair.

Oopsy!  Somebody had a wet nose.  Don’t you think so?

Anything new or different that comes into this house must receive a visit from the inspector.  He must know about everything.  I think he must have a tiny clipboard between his kitty ears where he keeps track of all that stuff.

Just try to sit in the recliner to watch TV with some food . . .  You will certainly find the supervisor coming in to inspect your fare.  Most likely he’ll want some of your popcorn.  He’ll only eat a few kernels, so you will share them with him just to keep him off your lap.  It’s a small price to pay for not getting trampled and harassed.

This Week

I’m writing this on Friday evening (8/12) as I anticipate the arrival of our son, Scott.  He is coming from out-of-state for a 10-day visit.  We talk on the phone every Sunday evening, and sometimes during the week as well, but it has been a couple of years since we’ve been together.  That will be great!

Briana is scheduled to arrive home Sunday night (8/14).  We are planning to get together on Wednesday for a special day.  I tell you more about that later.  I’m looking forward to hearing her stories from Mexico and to speaking with her in Spanish.  I’ve got lots of questions for her.

So there is a lot going on here just now.  I’m not sure how much time I’ll have to get to the computer, but I’ll do what I can.  See you soon.