Semi-resident grandson has been working for a major retail store for a few
weeks as a seasonal employee.  Unloading trucks of Christmas merchandise.
We are thrilled as while he is working, we know where  he is.  He also runs
with a marginally better crowd when he works.   And is too tired to get in
as much trouble.

So Grandpa has been happy to take him to work and pick him up.  At least
there is a schedule.

He had to go in at 4 this morning to help with a truck that was coming in
with things that were going on sale today.  My contribution was to set alarm
clocks and to figure out how to get the coffee ready to turn itself on at
the right time.  So far so good.

I am profoundly deaf at night so I have no idea what goes on around me.  But
apparently Molly was on the counter this morning at 3am having a drink of
water from the glass we keep there for the cats.  The coffee maker turned
on, and never having heard it before and expecting peace and quiet at 3am,
she freaked out.  The glass went flying and landed on the tile floor.

Grandpa and grandson did their best to clean up the glass.  I've been over
the floor as best my old eyes will allow and found a few more shards.  I put
Kayla's tennis balls up because I'm afraid they will pick up glass if they
touch any.

Molly has gone out to try to locate her nerve and her dignity.  Its cold and
windy out, but I suspect she is across the street.  She likes those
neighbors and their house is quieter than ours.

So we could use some purrs for Molly and some purrs that we find every last
shard before anyone is injured.

Poor girl, I know how she loves having the house to herself at night when
everyone else is sleeping.  I'm sure her nerves are a shattered as the
glass.

Jo