Heebie jeebies

Lucy brought a snake in last night. Carter said he heard some commotion in the kitchen but just figured Lucy was playing with something. Uh, yeah, a SNAKE! I was the lucky one to discover the blood that led to a lifeless snake. I recruited Carter to get him out of the house though. He had disappeared this morning, so I'm hoping he slithered away rather than coming to his final death at the hands of another animal that we so perfectly laid him out for!

This morning, Lucy brought in another ribbon snake. A much smaller one that still had a lot of "fight" left in him. "Fight" is actually the wrong word because when under attack, these snakes try to slither away, but when that doesn't work, they just curl into a ball. Seems like a really bad strategy when dealing with a feisty cat! I explained to Lucy that there are a lot of cats that NEVER get to go outside. She seems appalled at the idea and shocked that I don't understand that her meowing by the door means, "Let me out so I can go catch some more cute docile little critters and bring their bloody bodies into the house!" Oh I get it missy, I'm just not falling for it!

These other crazy faces are an ocean princess and a living baseball. On Wednesdays we like to meet friends for kids' night at a local Mexican restaurant. Free kids meals, fun conversation, and creative face painting. The kids have Halloween on the brain, so they went with their Halloween costumes as inspiration for their faces. Hawthorne didn't really seem to get that he was a baseball, not a baseball player. I think he truly internalizes the concept of being one with the ball!

New addition to the family.

I really don't like Facebook. It feels like work to me, so blogging will have to be my way of keeping in touch. The downside, of course, is that for all of you who do use Facebook, I'm missing out on what you're up to, so keep in touch! I'll try to post regularly, and I'll keep the more personal, rambling stuff on Cornflower Blue.

For my first entry on our new family blog, I'll introduce you to the newest addition to our family. Lucy. She's a precious little kitty. She's tolerant of Gumbo chasing her into walls and poking her in the side with his nose. She lets Ainsley carry her around and close her up in her room where she can have her all to herself. She doesn't even get startled when Hawthorne is throwing make-shift baseballs (balled up sock, mushed up foil...) around the house and noisily diving for them. She cuddles with me and Carter while we watch TV in the evenings, and she actually sleeps at night. We thought everything about her was so very perfect until we discovered her "fault" last week. She likes to catch baby frogs and bring them in the house to play with. It's not pretty. Hawthorne and Carter have managed to save most of them, but a few have been dismembered and left to die. Ick! I'll be glad when the frogs go wherever they go for the winter.

Here's a picture of our little cutie. Stay tuned.