So Mom has met her grandkitty, and found him adorable. She is, of course, spoiling him rotten. Look what she thinks is a fine thing to let him do:

I swear, my cats are the worse for wear every time Mom comes over. I had Gracie just about completely broken of her habit of demanding to be petted while standing in the bathroom sink. A couple of years ago, Mom did nothing but accede to her demands, and that was the end of that.

Here’s Grandma under the covers, wiggling her hand so Tig attacks it. Oh, that’s going to go over well when Tig gets his full growth and she’s in a light summer blanket. (The quilt is because she’s always cold since she lost a lot of weight last year, and, well, it’s friggin’ summertime in Richmond. The AC stays on because it’s 95 with 70% humidity. And because I sleep upstairs, and it’s warmer up there.)

Mind you, this is the same woman I told not to feed my first Tigger scraps from the table who blithely ignored me and stuffed him with turkey during a dinner I held in my first apartment (I won a turkey from my place of employment at the time). That Tig was about twenty pounds at his fattest, and, well, his stomach fur kinda touched the ground once. But I put him on a diet after that and never allowed my cats to get quite so heavy since.

This time, she did not feed Tig any scraps. I’m serious about not giving him anything but cat food, though he may wind up getting tunafish, since that’s Gracie’s favorite treat, and I think I don’t want her to go without the rest of her life. However, Mom did manage to spoil him in other ways (see pictures).

Well, it’s been a good visit. We saw The Dark Knight (I liked Batman Begins better; this one is too grim). We’re going to a movie tomorrow. We watched Nate in his All-Star Little League (ages 8-9) game yesterday. Wow, those kids are good. Nate’s team won yesterday, just barely lost today, and will probably win tomorrow. We also got to the Virginia Bazaar, a flea market in Ladysmith, where I found a woman who makes such great gifts that I think I’m going to feature them on this blog. (More later.) Overall, Englishtown, NJ is way bigger. And not as hot. But it was a decent way to spend the morning.

Mom leaves Tuesday. Y’know, I’m pretty tired out from her visit already. Early to bed for me.

Last week Elder of Ziyon noted a report by David Bedein, that Ehud Goldwasser and Eldad Regev had been captured alive by Hezbollah, and concluded that, therefore, Hezbollah must have murdered the two.

After some commenters (myself included) noted that the IDF now believes that the two were killed or critically wounded in the initial attack, Elder of Ziyon asked:

As my commenters have noted, Israeli sources are now saying that Regev and Goldwasser were killed during the initial attack.

So, were Jesse Jackson and the others lying?

LGF believes that was the case.

Looking at the contemporaneous account that LGF cites, Jackson did not actually meet with the captives. He simply was taking the word of terrorists with an agenda. Maybe he didn’t lie, but he was taking the word of untrustworthy scum.

Crossposted on Soccer Dad.