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They are growing!  On Monday, it will be one week since I brought the little kitties home.  They have since taken over the lanai.  My neighbor was kind enough to loan me a giant pen/crate she wasn't using.  Since it is suitable for a Saint Bernard, it give the little guys room for a little resting spot, food and water, litter box and a few logs I've put in their for them to climb.  I take them out several times a day to romp all across the deck, wrestling and pretending that I'm their favorite tree.  I'm still looking for a good home or homes.  I won't give them away to just anyone.  It has to be someone I trust to care for them as well as I will, and if I don't say so myself, I set a pretty high standard.  Anyway, at night, they go back into Doc's crate, which has solid sides so is much warmer.  If it gets really cold out, I'll bring the crate inside.  But this is Hawaii, so I think their fine right where they are.  I place an item called a Snuggle Safe under a fleece, then drape the front of the crate with a thick towel. They are snug as bugs in a rug all night long.  The Suggle Safe looks like a fat, pink Frisbee.  You put it in the microwave for six minutes and it gets hot.  It stays warm for nine or ten hours.  Of course, it must be covered with something.  The cats loved it in Gunnison.  I don't know what possessed me to bring it here, but I did.  Kismet, I guess.  The litter box fits in their night crate, too.  They all use it now.  I am such a good teacher.  Nah.  They just figured it out on their own.  Kitties do that.  The big kitties still aren't too happy about the youngsters being here and now completely avoid the lanai except to come in the house.  Still, they do wander by the little guys and give wary glances as they pass.  Mr. Sox still comes in to wake me up every morning about two hours earlier than I want him too.  Lucy has taken to sleeping on Ron's chair in his office.  She did that last winter for several months.  Abby sneaks in and wiggles himself between us at around 10:30 or 11 most nights and stays for a couple of hours before Ron's own wiggling irritates him enough to leave. 

About two weeks ago I came down with a cold.  Ron caught it too and his was gone in three days.  Mine, as usual, lingered on and on, developing into an upper respiratory mess.  That's asthma for ya.  It's now aggravated worse than it's been in years.  Then I got the kitties, which doesn't help at all.  It's been raining and humid, so mold is probably growing in every nook and cranny of this place, inside and out, it's nasty spored floating through the air and into my lungs. Needless to say, I'm doing my part to keep several pharmaceutical companies in business these days.

I'm a little behind with my school work.  OK, I'm a lot behind.  Tomorrow, I've gotta buckle down and write, write, write.

A hui hou.  Aloha!


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