This P.M.

I don't think I have much to say this evening. My husband and I are babysitting his nephew for a couple of hours. The girls and him are spreading toys all over the living room floor. Not too many arguments yet.

We have decided that our cat has run away. Steve came home and looked all over the garage just like I had and she was nowhere to be found. Like I said earlier, she must have hitched a ride with Steve this morning because that was the only time she could have gotten out of the garage. Hopefully another nice family will take her in and she will stay with them longer than she did with us. I guess she wasn't meant to be the cat for us. Too bad, so sad. I think next time we will get a kitten.