At the pet store today I went in the cat cage and held this black boy kitty, born in December. I had seen him the other day when I went there with Jinny. The clerk told us that he was really a funny kitty. When you scratched him he extended his front leg, stretched it all the way out. Then he would look at his paw like, How did you get here?

He has a tabby looking brother and they love to play together. I had seen Tabby spinning a little plastic ball in that blue tubby looking thing, around and around his paw swung the ball. Remember, the blue tubby that Earl Grey was photographed in? And I didn't know what it was, but I see now what it is. Tabby wasn't there today so I had to ask, Did he get adopted? The girl said, No, but the brothers were playing so hard that Tabby's eye got swiped and he had to go to the vet's. The brothers are supposed to be adopted together.

Well, let me tell you something. This black kitty was no Earl Grey. He was skittish and didn't want to be held, he wanted to get away. Made me realize how dear and special Earl Grey really was. Jinny said the black kitty didn't get her excited, although a lady said he was very pretty. Handsome. Poor little thing, I'll give him that. Hope he wasn't mistreated early on.

AMC was playing a Judy Holliday/Jack Lemmon movie tonight, so no way was I passing that up. It was adorable, loved it. BTW, I am ending every other sentence with a preposition, what's up with that? HAHA. The movie was It Should Happen To You. Yes, it should.

Life would be more civilized if every neighborhood had sidewalks, everyone in the Universe flossed their teeth every night and everyone wrote thank you notes within the week. Well, that would be a start. Maybe if we were all busy doing those things there would be less time to engage in warfare. Just a KEM thought . . . when she doesn't feel like writing a story and life is in Lullsville or Dullsville or some such ville.

Needing to clean a room a day starting tomorrow, so I'll sail smoothly into MIL'S second two week visit starting in a week. Somehow, a room a day sounds like good little bricks, instead of being bowled over by thinking WHOLE HOUSE.

Duller than door nails KEM (what's so dull about door nails?)