Squeaker

I don't believe I've done a cat post yet. Oops. We got a kitten from friends nearly three weeks ago. Her name is now Merry (like... a hobbit! Meriadoc Brandybuck!), although it's been switched from Sylvestor (before we found she was female), Princess Arjumand (a cat in a book - To Say Nothing of the Dog by Connie Willis - who looked exactly like her), Pippin (for maybe a day, because I have heard of many other cats named Pippin) and finally Merry. I personally think Squeak would also be a good name- she doesn't meow, she just makes little squeaky toy noises in a variety of pitches and volumes. It must be from spending the first bit of her life outside, with lots of wild birds around. She's very cute, and spent nearly an hour on my lap this afternoon, part of it sitting almost upright, on her back, with her back legs sticking out in front of here, and still comfortable. Unfortunately no picture of that.
I went to Awana last night. I used to go every week, and quit this year because of quizzing and the new program they had. But tonight my friend wanted me to come with her, so I went. It was okay. Not as fun as I remember it being. But oh well.
My violin A string broke on Monday. The replacement came in the mail yesterday, which is really nice, because I rather miss my violin. Unfortunately the D and E strings are feeling really out of tune and old and bendy and ready-to-break. That's the one thing that annoys me about violins- they're pretty easy to wreck. Not that I purposely wreck strings.

Please pray for a family in our community- their 12-year-old son was killed in a car accident on Saturday, and the funeral was today. They're probably feeling very sad and very guilty- he was the only one hurt- right now.

We're having pizza for supper. It smells very good.