And now there are four.

We have four cats.

We have four birds.

We have four foster kittens.

Our five kitten litter that we are fostering for Feline Urban Rescue and Rehab, that we named after Greek gods and nicknamed “the Greek Pride,” is approaching 5 months old.

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Artemis, now Artemus, was the most social and the most cuddly of the group. Today, he went home with his new family.

I’m glad it was a busy day, and I’m also glad Artemus’ sibling is a therapy cat with his own Facebook page because this allows me to keep up with Artemus’ adjustment to his new home.

I even saw a video!

My heart started today with a touch of sadness so I’m glad I spent the day with people I enjoy.

• Yesterday I took all the carrots we received during the summer food program and diced them in the Ninja.
• Nan came over to work in the morning and eventually we plan to do a Mother Maiden Crone themed piece, discussing a multi-generational experience of the pandemic.
• Nan and I sneaked to the drive through for cold beverages, but we only spent $2 and some change.
• The teenager and I spent a lot of time cleaning so there may be a tidy home in our future.
• The teenager’s father brought me my favorite chicken salad and not one but TWO quarts of half and half from Aldi.
• My mother-in-law brought picnic leftovers.
• My stepmom gave me fresh cantaloupe that she says is the best she ever had in her life.
• The teenager and I started watching the documentary Pick of the Litter on Netflix.

As if this wasn’t enough joy for today, the teenager and I hung out with Darnell and Amber tonight— trading some of my unfiltered chicken stock (tomorrow I will strain it and bring him his official portion) for some leftover chili.

After some work (yes, even though it is a holiday), we had some raucous and fun conversation over margaritas and a home cooked meal.

And we all know how I appreciate a meal.

Tomorrow might be as zany as today, but I’m ready.