Saturday was a busy day at our house. In the morning we had a visit from middle son, Bob, and the new dog he and Theresa just got - a rescue dog named Cheree. She's about two years old and is very playful and loves cats, other dogs or children - just so they play with her. Woody likes dogs and children, but doesn't tolerate other cats, so he met Cheree with tail up and obvious pleasure unruffled by her sniffing, heavy pawing and licking; but he came very close to showing her he doesn't tolerate nipping by foolish playful dogs. We intervened to prevent her getting a bloody nose from sharp claws. We didn't want her first experience at our house to be a bad one. Woody may have to teach her limits eventually.
Later in the day, Woody had another "playmate" visit when our granddaughters, Tangeni and Jo-Ann, came for supper with us while their parents went out with friends. Tangeni absolutely loves Woody, but refuses to call him by name. When she was first learning to talk, he was "M'ow," but now he is simply "Cat," and told her folks "he's a nice cat;" however, "Woody" isn't in her vocabulary. She follows him wherever he goes and pets him if he stops for a moment, and he seems to appreciate all her attention. He doesn't run from her, just walks around calmly - and she follows. When he gets sick of it, he asks to go out, and yesterday that caused a flood of tears until we explained he had things to do outside and would be back soon. Sure enough, he returned in about an hour and spent the rest of the evening with his adoring little friend.

When Tangeni was first learning to walk, I brought out the wooden kiddie-car my father had made for my boys when they were little, but she wasn't at all interested. We had left it in the living room and every time she visited, she ignored it - until last night. She hopped on last night as if she'd been riding it forever, and spent a few minutes skillfully guiding it around furniture before going back to playing "catch" with Grandpa Fred. She has quite a pitching arm, and does a goo
One of the first things Jo-Ann and I did together when she first joined our family, was to make cookies. Now, whenever they visit, I usually have on hand some of the big soft molasses cookies she likes. Yesterday, however, I had tried out a recipe I saw on a recent Rachel Ray show where some guest was demonstrating "two ingredient recipes," one of which was peanut butter and oatmeal cookies. So I made them. How can you mess up two ingredients? I must have written down the wrong amount of peanut butter or something because they are just not very good, although Fred says he rather likes them - he is so polite. Anyway, Jo-Ann saw them in the cookie jar and asked if she could have one. I told her they weren't really good, but she wanted to try one. One bite and she agreed with me they
After all the excitement of yesterday, Grandma Jane and Grandpa Fred enjoyed a quiet day catching up on world news and watching a baseball game on TV today. Tomorrow, back to our normal projects.
Newsletters for JPA will be coming out soon, also, we will be helping open up the Cabot Historical Society building this week and I have a project to do for the Cabot Alumni Association - our quiet winters always end abruptly as we get ready for the summer time activities.
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