the dreaded yellow buses.....

Today is the first day of school for lots of people, including Sarah-who starts first grade today. I called last evening to wish her luck and ask her what she is going to wear. Of course, one of her new outfits with knee socks, new shoes, a necklace and just one bracelet. I hope someone remembers to take a picture!

Other than the fact that the drive to work this morning will present aggrivation...I know it is coming, I am glad this weekend is over. It has not been a good one. Poor Bailey seems to be adjusting to her new world as best she can. I wish I could explain to her and that she would understand. That is really the hard part. I am a little concerned about her being alone while I am at work but I have the baby gates up so she only has access to the kitchen and the living room.

Yesterday afternoon, Harry died. She was a good old girl. She was the last of the "northern" cats. I have had her since she was a kitten. As best as I can figure out, she was about 15 or 16. Her Momma left her with me. She was the older sister of my beloved Tractors AKA Mr. Fatpants. She was quite the timid girl and spent most of the time under my bed. Last year I put her in a "2 room crate" because she really destroyed the carpet under my bed. She was actually very content there as she could watch but the other guys could not get to her.

All in all, it was not a good weekend for animals in this house.