Grandma Rules

When my kids were little, we had a rule. Actually, we had lots of rules. But the one to which I refer today is:

There are to be no animals in the house.

Yes, it was a hard and fast rule. Animals in the yard were encouraged. Animals in the corral were part of the paycheck.

But no animals in the house.

I must admit that the rules have relaxed over the years. Randy sometimes brings a cat or kittens into the house. But they are to remain on his lap. If they escape the confines of said lap, outside they go.

This photo of Randy and Big Cat is from the wintertime. He doesn't have to be garbed in a blanket to have a cat in the house. Even I'm not that mean!

When Kinley was here this weekend, Grandpa brought in three baby kitties.

He put them right on the carpet. And I didn't say a thing. What is wrong with me? It must be Grandma Rules.

Well, for sure, it's Grandpa Rules.

Kinley worked a little magic with her Mommy, too. Jill isn't much of an animal person, but she was right down there with Kinley and the kitties. (It may have been to make sure that Kinley kept the kitty out of her mouth and to wipe her hands after playtime was over. It may even have been to protect the kitty. But still ...)

Sunday morning before church, Grandpa and Kinley were out on the back steps, visiting another kitty. It was a perfect start to the day in Randy's eyes - Kinley and kitties!

A note:  I know lots of people feel differently about animals in the house. I was raised with outdoor animals.  I felt strongly enough about this issue that Randy and I discussed it before marriage, and I told him it was a deal breaker. Since I'm the primary cleaning person around here, I figured I got more votes on this issue. What you do in your house is your business, and I know lots of people adore their house pets.

And, apparently, this Grandma is getting lax in her old age.