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"When we were young" (yup, you've heard that phase before) we were poor but nobody told us we were poor, we did not receive any assistance. As it turned out , our character thereby benefitted from the independence. we, as kids, managed our own little society by ourselves with no intervention, not only in the school yard, but on the softball field as well.  We thereby built a rather "thick skin" to deal with the realities of life that we surely would encounter. No snowflake us.  And, complaining to our parents about nearly anything did not bring help, in fact complaining usually brought the risk of more to complain about.

Lets see now, Amber must be up to about Cat Life No.5.  In the time since the last post, she has been acculturated to the inside of the house---that took all of an hour before she took over----and has made it clear when she is hungry and sleeps in the library closet room.  More recently we let her outdoors for a romp and that's what gets interesting.  When first let out onto the concrete of the breezeway, she squirrels around on the concrete making sure that she has marked the area good, letting any nighttime visitors know that she is home.  After a few rolls on the concrete, she heads for the wooded area to the front of the house.  Its pretty dense there and she creeps along stealth fashion, looking for whatever. Then, she disappears from sight and sound.   After about an hour, she can be spotted up in the top of a large live oak tree, perhaps 20 feet above the ground.  Sometimes she mews when up that high, but we yell at her that we are not about to call the fire department to g