Happy 4th of July!

It is officially the 4th of July, and several people near the Mini-Manor (the very tiny apartment that Himself and I rent) have already started their celebrations. In the city Himself and I live in, fireworks aren't allowed. I'm not sure why, but there are signs up all over the placee warning people that extra patrols are out and enforcing this law.

Himself and I both have the day off, so we plan on spending the day helping my mom make fried chicken, ribs, fruit salad (my favorite), potato salad, possibly macaroni salad (Most Minor Minion's favorite. The boy can really pack it in), and I'm not sure what else.

Most likely the cats will be totally freaked out (even though fireworks are illegal in the city we live in, we're also near the border of unincorporated county where just about anything goes) by the time we get home, but some love and devotion should get us back in their good graces. Little Princess has had a couple of 4th of Julys, but Miss Thang is only about a year old, and as far as anyone can tell she has never heard fireworks in her short life. Hopefully the presence of a calmer, older cat will keep Miss Thang from tearing up the Mini-Manor (oh wait, she already did. She never likes where I put my plants. I have them outside now and she still tries to go out there and knock them off the railing). Not likely, but we're hoping. At least Miss Thang can't be worse than my cousin's rather, um, majestic cat. She flips out at any loud noise.

Well, I should get go bed, especially since Miss Thang is helping me by sitting right in front of the computer screen and is making it harder to see what I'm typing.

Thanks Miss Thang.

M