Surprise, surprise, surprise! as Gomer Pyle says.

BreeBree and I are here again at Dewena's Window after a long time away. Both of us are older now, as is RH. But then, so are you.

A few other critters have joined us since I shared with you here the news of our dear James Mason's passing. A feral mama cat and her five kittens. This one RH named Pretty Boy but he might turn out to be Pretty Girl. He and his mama are the only ones that let RH barely pet them when he takes out their breakfast and dinner. 

BreeBree's pen, our garden, has become their playpen. Our vet works with a group who comes and traps them and spays/neuters them for $25 each so we're on their waiting list. 

But on to other happenings. Not only have the kittens grown but so have our granddaughters. Here their dad got a shot of them on their blow up mattress in my office on their last visit.

And I just realized that this is not my edited photo where I cropped out some of the messy background. But then I'm surprised I even remembered how to attempt blogging again and you wouldn't believe the trouble I had doing it. Snafu after snafu. 

I had other pictures, other stories but it's after 9 p.m. and this is, afterall, kind of a test to see if anything acturally happens when I click Publish. 

Here's where I try...