I hope you had a great weekend. We had the good fortune of having every day of our weekend include spending time with good friends.
On Friday, we made a gumbo and had the Jacquot's and our friend Margaret over. On Saturday, Phillip went over to Craig and Mary's to do some beer tasting/guitar hero(ing) while I took Gabe to Chuck-E-Cheese to help him burn some energy. What was I thinking? I'm eight months prego, was brave enough to order and eat their pizza AND spend about two hours playing games. I left exhausted, but proud of myself for not losing my cool...that place can drive an adult insane. We then joined Phillip at C&M's house and spent another 3-4 hours visiting with them and eating more pizza. Yesterday, Phillip and our friend, Kit, went to Dallas to pick up a gas grill from Aunt Wendy. Thankfully, they took Gabe with them so I could get some rest and "veg out" for a bit. The night ended with testing out the new grill and having more friends over (Kit's wife Tiffany, and Mark).
We did have a little bit of a predicament yesterday. While the guys were gone, I was fixing myself some lunch when I start to hear a cat meowing. I looked over to the back door and see the most beautiful cream-colored/blue eyed persian pleading with me to open the door. I went out to greet her and check for a collar. She had no collar and her fur was matted. Oh, Goodness...what do I do? I can't take her in, I don't know if she's sick or whatnot. A cat like that HAD to belong to someone, but I was in no condition to be waddling the neighborhood looking for a possible owner. And I didn't want Gabe to come home, see the cat and beg us to keep it (we don't need that extra expense/responsibility right now). I decided to just ignore it, and hope it finds it's way home. Well, when the guys came home, we were in the back yard and lo and behold, the cat makes an appearance! Gabe instantly falls in love and while petting the pretty kitty, tells her so. I warn him not to handle her too much and NOT to get too attached; "If she's still here in the morning, I'll put signs up in the neighborhood so that we can find her family. " I tell him. I decided that I needed to act fast, so I started making phone calls to everyone in the neighborhood who's phone number's I had. Time's running out, and Gabe's getting quite attached! Thankfully, Tiffany rings the doorbell and comments that she ran into our neighbor, Shannon, who was inquiring about a lost cat. I grab my belly, and run over to Shannon's house who by that time was shaking a carton of kitty treats and crying as she walked up the street. All's well that ends well....Chloe, the kitty, and Shannon were happily reunited, and Gabe took the news that he wouldn't be able to keep her quite well. I was proud of him. It seems that Chloe decided to be sneaky and go on an early morning adventure out of the garage door. And the matted fur? It's from her refusal to be brushed. BAD KITTY!!!
The subject of getting a pet for Gabe has come up quite a bit lately. I'm guessing that by the end of the summer, we'll have one. So, add that to the list I had last week of what to expect for the coming year!