Holiday Gifts for Kids in Need

Dear Friends,

I have a personal holiday tradition of buying new clothing for local teens in need. When Bill and I lived in Kirkland, we donated the items to Hopelink, which has offices on the east side of Lake Washington. Last year we moved to Seattle, so we're now supporting an organization here, Treehouse for Kids, that collects gifts (clothing, toys, etc.) for foster kids of all ages. I'll be taking donations to their collection site on Friday morning, December 16. The last day to donate for the holiday drive is Saturday, December 17.


If you want to join me in this endeavor, here's a wish list of items you could buy: Wish List

Or, if you'd rather donate money, you can do so online. Just click the "Donate Now" button on this page: http://www.treehousef...

If you live near Ballard and want me to deliver your donations along with ours, comment on this post or send me a message. If you're not here in Seattle, I hope you'll support a similar organization in your own community and help kids in need during the holidays.

Thanks and Happy Holidays!
Megan

Bad BAD BAD Kitty

My neighbors got two adorable kittens this summer which have since turned into cats. I'm becoming very familiar with these animals because their favorite place is our yard, where they stalk the little feathered creatures who come here to eat and drink.

This is a dilemma. I love animals, but I don't love cats eating my little friends. So on seeing one getting ready to do this, I rush into the yard hissing, arms flapping, yelling "go away you stupid cat," and all sorts of other things that probably chip away at my local reputation.

The typical scenario goes something like this.

1. I look out the window and see this flat cat shape in the bottom of the rain garden (the best stalking spot when it isn't raining).

2. I burst out the front door, pretending to be a very VERY dangerous person.

3. The cat calmly gazes up at me.

4. My voice gets louder and louder. My arms flap harder and harder. This finally inspires the cat to move.

5. The cat begins walking towards me purring loudly. I don't think it's getting the idea.

6. The cat begins rubbing against my legs.

7. I pat it.

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