Hello my dear loyal readers,

When Bob Dylan said, "Times they are a changin'", he must have been talking about my day.  We got a new Post Commander today.  I don't know him all that well but it's going to be a big enough change.  Our buck sergeant is getting transferred and his replacement has been here before, I know him, and I like working with him.  I'm just going to miss Dog.  He's a great guy, friend and supervisor.  I'm going to miss his positive energy in the mornings.  Our Corporal is going to be promoted by the end of the month so we'll have a new Corporal by July 1st.  It's going to be clash of the egos around here and as one of the troopers just said, "We are going to shit now!"  Needless to say, morale is in the toilet. 

In other work related news, word is that they may not post for my promotion for SEVERAL months and maybe by the end of the year. 

On a good, and bad, note, we finally sold Bella yesterday.  She was a sweet dog and we loved her, but due to her squealing problem and the fact that we didn't have the time to spend with her to train her, we felt the need to let her go to another good home.  She will be missed, but I'm hoping that her new family will send occasional email updates and pictures of her.  I was feeling very sad yesterday after Bella left,  but around 8pm, David called me to come outside.  Apparently, we have now seen Tigerbaby's kittens.  David saw a white one with a black tail yesterday afternoon so we attempted to trap it so that we could start getting it used to people.  Well, we trapped something last night.  We got a solid black kitten and a grey tabby about 6 weeks old.  Had to try and get them back out as Tigerbaby was losing her mind that she couldn't get to them.  I've got a few scratches on my hands and arms, but no worse for wear and Tigerbaby got her babies back.  They are waaaaayyyy too cute!!!  I'm going to try to re-trap them and put them on the front screened in porch so that they can grow accustomed to us.  We've had 3 wild cats as kittens and now they can't seem to leave us alone.  Boo, Tigerbaby and Morris were ALL afraid of us, but now they freak out if we come in the house without them.  I love being loved like that.  Nothing is more soothing than the feel of a cat purring on your chest.  Nothing is more uplifting than a cat meowing to you.  Nothing is more hilarious than getting a cat totally focused on the bird on a string and someone else coming up from behind and yelling, "AHA!!!!!!" at the cat to make it jump 4 feet in the air.  I know from experience.  The last feat was accomplished when David was holding Morris's attention with the bird on a stick with a bell toy.  I was sitting on the swing and all at once shouted, "AHA KITTY!!!!!" as loud as I could.  Morris jumped 4 feet in the air, took off running, did a U-turn back to Mommy for protection.  I laughed so hard I nearly wet my pants.  David laughed so hard he almost fell backwards in the chair.

Cats are such good sports.  Don't get me wrong, I love my dogs, but sometimes cats are more fun to play with.

Hugs to all of you!  Take care!