PD day # 1 nearly done.
It’s been, dare I say it, fun? Taking Arthur out of the mix really improved the dynamic around here. Harry and Ron are so enthusiastic about things, so eager to take part in things, and so patient with the little ones, that it’s a pleasure to have them here, rather than an agonizing nine-hour effort to keep them entertained.
We made flubber (that was good for nearly two hours today, which amazed me), built the train tracks, went for a walk and to the neighbourhood playground.
While at the playground, a wee orange kitten with a collar and a tag and a bell came over and started playing with us. He was very sweet, and it was adorable, until it was time to go and he followed us to our car. Then he tried to get in the car, and when I wouldn’t allow that he promptly started chasing leaves in the road.
With Harry’s help I corralled the kitten. His tag had both his phone number and home address on it, so we called the number. He was quite a distance from home, the silly thing, and since he’s only six months old (!) the chances were good that if I hadn’t picked him he’d have been lost, hit by a car, or eaten by one of the many coyotes in our neighbourhood.
His owner drove over to pick him up, and she was very quick, but that five minutes was pretty long. For two of those minutes he was content to be cuddled, but for the remaining three minutes he scratched, bit, and struggled to escape.
Fortunately his teeth weren’t very sharp.
It was all very exciting, and I felt like I’d definitely done a good deed, so that was nice.