I tried to get the girls up today to go to Palm Sunday service at Aunt Barb and Uncle Harry's church this morning, but staying to watch Daddy and Kelly Moore move the shed was just too much more interesting! G has plans to make the back area more level in order to put in a carport/pavilion and eventually a pool to the south side, so the shed had to be moved.
Mary Black, the stray outdoor cat who adopted us and whom SG named, has shown up this morning! She was gone for three days, and we thought perhaps she had encountered the mountain lion that supposedly attacked several of Ronnie Harrell's goats -- either that feline or the coyote that George spotted in the front yard several weeks ago . . . I have witnessed neither feral animal, but many in the neighborhood have. We're wondering how more lives dear MB has . . . and, no, she's not welcome in the house -- we're all allergic!
