Llama-Cat Update

Bella didn't arrive last evening after all.

We got a message from the cat lady that she had to postpone dropping the cat off because she'd had some kind of domestic emergency involving boyfriends losing jobs and Person X having to be driven to Place Y at such and such a time as a result, and yadda, yadda, yadda.

Well, I stopped listening at about that point. I reckon when you're dealing with somebody who's life work involves handing out free cats, it's a waste of valuable blood pressure to be overly concerned with business-like efficiency.

The seven and three year olds took the news just fine. Fortunately, the seven year old is on one of her I'll-prove-to-you-how-grown-up-I-am kicks. The five year old, on the other hand, was in tears all evening because she'd been so excited. At bedtime, I flipped through our collection of Berenstein Bear books to see if we had one covering a situation like this, but it appears we don't. (The closest we come is the one about Brother and Sister Bear getting a case of the galloping gimmees, an expression that has firmly planted itself in the domestic vocabulary.)

Anyhoo, we're going to try again this evening.