Lately, Dave, Dax, Kase and Vard have been traveling for work A LOT! All over the country and even to China, Australia, and Amsterdam. James and I just had a good little laugh as I dropped him off for his "business travel" with his sleeping bag.
I kind of dread home art projects but theses guys made this one super fun. Disguise the turkey. They worked hard, and their turkeys look it!
First year the whole family got to participate together in the Whitby Farms Turkey Trot. Tons of fun! Everybody is holding up the fingers for their place in the different categories of races. I actually came in a close second, but there were three of us close at the end.
These guys are defending the fort while James and I trim out the basement getting ready for carpet.
After losing Mato (I don't think I've written about that yet), we've taken a stronger liking to these last two kittens. This is Bibsy looking in the window while we watch the live Face to Face event with Elder Oaks and Elder Ballard. He often looks longingly in the window at us.
We had been missing Mato for a few days, and we started to worry a bit. The morning James was leaving for three days to his inservice, I was running along the canal and found her. I guess it was a tender mercy to find her so we knew what happened and could take care of her, but it was also a bit traumatic. Here is her obitituary which was published on our family GroupMe.
"I hesitate to post this because I can just imagine the boys lol. This is a tribute to Mato. She showed up on our back porch as a kitten the same week we moved in---meant to be. Her striking orange fur and green eyes have never been matched in her 30+ offspring. She's mothered many cute kittens like a champ, patient and attentive. We've watched her meow because of hunger and then sit back and let the kittens eat first. She's never let us down mousing. When there's been a mouse in the house or a window well, she is summoned and her missions have a 100% success rate. I've never had a problem with bunnies or birds in my berries. I've watched her catch birds out of the air. I've never known a cat to come when called by name, but Mato did. She was the perfect combination of tame and wild. She would purr and cuddle when wanted, but was never underfoot. We will miss you Mato.
At 9:15 pm, in the rain, with a rope, Talmage lowered me into the canal and pulled me back up. Bryant dug the hole. Sariah held the flashlight for it all. Mato is respectfully buried in the backyard."
And this...is Bryant's first parking job.
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