Miles and Jethro are loving their bachelor pad, complete with the basket I turned into a pet bed, that I've had for maybe 4 years now. Nothing else compares apparently. While Miles is white, you can see in his ears and tail that he was gifted orange tint. He and his brother have raw noses right now. On the drive from their foster home, they were constantly rubbing their noses on the mesh of the soft cat carrier.
We don't have your typical grandma/granddaughter relationship, where she made baked goods, delicious food, and was the base of all the family morals and values (that was my fraternal grandma who's passed and I miss her very much). No my grandma was a wild woman as a teen-30s. She was married but neither she nor her husband were loyal. He was military and on a naval base in Australia, hooking up with many natives, while most other men were dying in Vietnam. Meanwhile, my grandma was hitting up all the local dance halls, with her sisters and meeting all the cowboys she could ever want.
I know all that because my grandma is a "stay up late with margaritas, and dish about everything" kind of grandma. Girl talk is her second language and nothing is off the table (except who my real grandpa is (she's probably taking that to her deathbed)).
Now her daughter, my aunt, bought her a house next to her, and so she lives 3 hours away. I visit every so often with my family, and we still have late night talks. But now she laments mostly about her body breaking down, her heart issues, and hollow bones. She's definitely not the woman she used to be. And I hate that I don't get to see her and reassure her more often than I do.
We text all the time. She likes doing that because it helps keep her eyes working and fingers working. I update her on my kids, and send her photos of the sunset from my house (I really do have a good set-up for beautiful sunsets.
But every once in a while, I'll get a text from her saying she made me an order at our local grocery store. She never tells me what she ordered, just a date, time, and confirmation number.
Sometimes it's a bunch of ingredients for a special dinner, sometimes is just a bunch of sweets for my kids, sometimes it's just basic groceries. But every time, my heart swelled, because she absolutely doesn't have to do this.
This week she sent me a picture of some onion cabbage rolls she made. I told her that I'd seen a recipe similar recently and really wanted to make them. So as a Mother's Day gift she ordered me all the ingredients to make them. Along with some sweets for my kids. I have to leave in a few minutes to go pick everything up, but even though I know what's in this grocery order, I'm still giddy like a child.
I love my grandma so much. Everyone please hug your grans and tell them you love them.
They're definitely getting bigger but are still young. We can't take them home just yet. It may be another 2 or 3 weeks before we can take them, but it's nice being able to come visit.