Girl just called to report a kitten sighting - they are eating the canned cat food she brought with her like they never saw food before, and after she finishes her paperwork (because her shift is not over for a while) she is going to round them up and put them in the carrier and bring them here. I have a dog crate in the garage standing by, equipped with a towel and kitten-sized litter box (old baking pan) and water dish. So much for a restful weekend, but neither one of us can live with the idea of abandoned kittens getting eaten by alligators or by any of the other kitten-eatin'critters living near the facility.
If you are looking for knitting stuff on this blog, you are sorely out of luck lately.
Edited Sunday morning: No kittens to see here, move along. Girlchild was able to find new homes for them among the staff of the facility, so she didn't have to bring them home, and I didn't have to stand over a crate of kitten cuteness and say, No, No, They Cannot Stay. It's a win all the way around.