Windy weather

We're getting some really gusty winds of 30 to 40 mph here today. So of course, hubby decides to head to Wally World to find a stylus for his phone. I told him he needed one because he's a guy and his fingers are just too big to accurately hit the buttons. Seems the gal at the store said the same thing and got him hooked up with a nice little cheapy one that works great for him. He was so happy that we (meaning mostly me) finally got his new phone working the way he wants it, and that my recommendation of a stylus is so helpful, that he bought me a king size reese's peanut butter cups as a present. At least he's happier now, and has quit griping about not being able to have a flip phone anymore. I can't help that he likes them and they are obsolete. I can't help that he's computer illiterate, and a smart phone is really more phone than he needs. But when he allows me to do so, I can help that his phone is working in a way that maximizes his fun and minimizes his frustration with it.

On to happier notes. Quilting on Mom's lap quilt is almost done, and I think I will invest the time and effort to put the binding on the edge, just to pretty it up a bit. Raffles has gotten extremely interested in the kittens, and keeps coming in to put her paws on the edge of the nesting box, sticking her head out as far as she can towards them, and sniffing up a storm. She hasn't gotten any nearer them yet though. Smudge continues to ignore them. Bouncer has quit climbing in the box, but still comes around to sniff at the kittens, especially if we pull one out to hold and pet it. Tink just lets me hold them, just sits and watches, knowing that as soon as it starts to let out distressed mews, I'll put it back in the box. Their eyes and ears are starting to open just a tiny bit, now that they are a week old, and have all been given names so we can differentiate them other than "the big one" or "mini-Tink" or "mini-Bouncer" or "the other ginger" or "the calico." So they are:

First-born, black and white male - Trouble. Mainly because the little snot has been everywhere BUT where Tink thinks he belongs ever since he was born. He constantly has to be hauled back to the group with the rest of them, because even blind and deaf, he's off exploring the world he has access to.
Second, ginger tabby male, very little white - Butterscotch, because reminds me of butterscotch pudding in color.
Third, mostly black calico female - Stars. I wanted something nighttime-sounding, and which also didn't sound like your average cat name. So that put out Midnight, Black, Coalie, and the rest of them. She is mostly black, some small dark copper patches, and only a few tiny white hairs here and there that are difficult to see.
Fourth, the Bouncer look-a-like ginger tabby male - I vote for Marmalade, hubby wants Bouncer Junior. We're compromising ... he gets both.
Fifth and last, classic calico female - Kizzy. She beautifully marked, almost half white, and the rest a fairly equal mix of black and copper. The name comes from having been re-reading Alex Haley's "Roots" for the umpteenth time. The African, Kunta Kinte, had one child, a daughter he named Kizzy in his native Mandinka. The word means "you stay put," and the only other name for this little lady is Sloth, because she's the one who's the slightly runty good girl for Momma Tinkerbell. Moves around plenty, but always first at the milk bar, and while she doesn't seem much interested in going about and exploring, she does seem to absorb the world around her. So, since she stays put a lot, Kizzy seems to fit, and yes, she's my favorite. If I can talk hubby into keeping two of the kittens instead of just the min-Bouncer, I'm keeping her.

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