good things happen to people who visit their grandma's

or half bushel's of peaches happen to them.  but first, let me share with you the poor plight of a certain cat

dragging poor kitty from his comfortable and familiar home at the church office

i believe i heard a 'help me' at this point

snuggle

snuggle then spend 15 minutes trying to recapture kitten that's hiding for it's life under furniture

snuggle recaptured kitten with gram

finally return him home, tired, confused, and...  ...now and forever afraid of toddlers...

and then we went home and canned peaches

we canned canned canned to the beat of 'bongo bongo bongo i don't want to leave the congo' and 'the ferry boat seranade' and tons of songs from my grandfather's records

and then the peaches somehow found space post canning that i couldn't find pre-canning

but the caps look pretty

and then we stacked them while p the kitten scarer was dressed in boys p.j.'s (hey, they were a dollar.  have you ever found p.j.'s for a dollar?)