My beautiful money cat (three-colored) produced quadruplets a couple of months ago, and as always, they were snapped right up on reservation. One straggler is left and is doing her darnedest to adopt us as her permanent family. Lately, she’s taken to sleeping in “my” chair, and blends in so well, I sometimes don’t notice her until it’s almost too late. She then moves onto the arm of the chair and starts purring.
She comes out of her hiding place when I totter out into the kitchen at 5:30 in the morning, just as perky and ready to play. I’m not ready for anything until at least two cups of coffee have been ingested. Even then, I don’t feel like bending down and reaching for the little plastic ball she has rolled into the corner behind the stove.
When her beautiful mother strolls out toward the food corner, the kitten follows along, head and tail held high, pretending she’s already grown up.
She has no name yet – that would mean she was one of the household – and I’m convinced cats can tell when they’ve won you over. Of all the dozens of kittens who have shared my abodes over the past decades, she’s the best behaved of the bunch. It would be wonderful to know that someone needs her as much as I’d like to keep her, but I already have four cats including her mother. You see my predicament. I’m sure a solution will present itself to this lovely, long haired little lady feline.
On Saturday, a couple of hundred former Windham High School folks will gather for their 94th dinner and election of officers. People don’t get interested in this until they’ve been out of school for awhile and those of us who are involved in planning the event, count ourselves lucky this year to have some 1995 grads attending.
Those people in town who search for the old community feeling which they say is missing, will find that community spirit alive and thriving at a gathering like this.
At the last meeting before the alumni banquet, most of us were wondering how we could help our fellow classmate and her family, after the devastating fire destroyed their business.
D&J Excavating – Don and Joanne Vance, and their son, David – have employed hundreds of Windham people over the years and perhaps more than any other business, supported nearly every activity from Little League to Old Home Days. There are a handful of businesses that can be counted on to show real support for our town, and this is one of them.
These homegrown family businesses are really the backbone of the town. Without them, I don’t know what would happen to Windham as we know it. It’s reassuring to know that you can count on people like this family (and I could name a dozen more) and it really hurts when a tragedy such as this occurs to someone you’ve known for over 50 years. They should be able to count on us. As one of the fellow WHS alumni said, it’s time for a barn raising – or in this case, a shop raising.
And we’d like to wish Terry Christy well, as he leaves Windham High School this year. Our schools need more personnel with his down-to-earth, no-nonsense demeanor. When I came back to Windham 35 years ago, I worked at a lumber and building materials firm and Terry’s father was one of our customers, and enjoyed a flawless reputation. To use a clichA?©, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Good luck, Terry, and spend a lot of time fishing.
See you next week.
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