The Girl Who Collected...

My sister (pictured in the center) and I were talking the other day, and remembering back in the day. Particularly, we were laughing about her insistent need to collect. This manifested in her childhood. Ceci was "assigned" a drawer in our hall for her belongings. Filled in that drawer were; rocks, pieces of paper, odds and ends and whatever she deemed "valuable".

Ceci is still a collector today-- only of more valuable things-- swizzle sticks (she has over 300), anything cobalt blue; but I think the collection that is the most impressive is that of friends. Ceci has not let go of her childhood friends, friends in her teens; and I am always impressed when she can recount where each of her friend is today. It's that trait in Ceci that I've always admired-- she sees the value in items and people that other people overlook. No matter if all her friends are friends with each other-- Ceci has a talent to be a friend to all. I have learned a great deal from my kid sister. The most valuable lesson is to be who you are, and accept others for what they are; seeing the beauty of the differences in others, and allowing the eclectic collection of friendship to add grace and beauty amongst us.

The Cat Saga Continues

Well, the cat turned out to be craftier than I thought. The trap I set only caught ants and my own cat. The peach colored cat is still on the loose and terrorizing the neighborhood. Just a few minutes ago, he was picking a fight with my cat. He obviously is hungry, because he often does the fighting when he hasn't had any food. My neighbor took back the trap, so I probably should go out and buy one so we can both set the traps and have twice as much chance to be rid of the cat.

To Catch the Cat...

Our neighborhood has been terrorized for the last 3 or 4 years by a peach colored male cat. It never fails that the topic of this cat, messing up our yards, attacking our pet cats, and acting as though he owns all of our yards is a frequent and ongoing conversation among our neighbors. I told my husband earlier this week that I was done with doing nothing. So, with a borrowed trap, I have set some tuna as bait, in hopes of catching this pesky beast.
This street wise cat though, seems to know his way around, so I wasn't surprised that he didn't run to the trap the first night it was set out. Tonight is day two. I've replaced tuna for chicken, and took my husband's suggestion to create a trail of bait into the trap. I'll keep you posted...