A First

Ever since Smokey, a small black kitten, wandered into our yard when the Kids were just kids, I've seldom been without a cat or two.  A cat's catch phrase is always, "I meant to do that," trying to preserve their dignity when they've done something silly, and they're always doing something silly.  For instance Annie, who jumped up on the sideboard and knocked over an inkwell filled with green ink for a calligraphy project.  Annie was a tortoise (tricolor) cat, and green was not her color.  Smokey was a klutz who couldn't walk along a split-rail fence without falling off.  Victor.  Victor is a story all by himself.  And there were others over the years, but Ralph is in a category ("cat-egory," get it?) all by himself.  I walked into the bathroom last night and found the room festooned with toilet paper.  Not once had any previous cat done such a thing.  I'm used to Ralph finding new ways to amuse himself, but that was a first.  Hopefully, it was a one-off and also the last.

I did get to the grocery store and they did have parsnips.  Yay!