I always enjoy seeing my Mom and her two sisters together and it doesn't seem to happen often enough! But we all met for brunch on Mom's birthday in late February when I was back in Alberta and spent a wonderful day together!
Mom, in the red sweater on the right, is at 83 the eldest among five siblings. My auntie Edie, in the centre, will be 82 this year and their sister Jean, on the left, will be 80. Jean still lives in her own home while Edie recently moved into the same seniors' home as my Mom. I think they both really enjoy that, although I suspect they bicker a bit, as sisters sometimes do. Apparently, they sit together in morning exercise class (most exercises are done while seated) and have become rather disruptive, gossiping when they should be doing leg and arm raises!
I'm just relieved they're both very happy and safe in the local seniors' residence.
While I was in Alberta, my mother and I both stayed in my brother Robert's home on the acreage that he and my parents bought 25 years ago. However, according to Mrs. Cat, things are not being well managed there. I have never heard so much complaining in all my life! Daily, she would complain loud and long and I can only assume it must be about Robert and her living conditions. Particularly the noise and cold in his workshop, where she and my brother spend most of their time.
As a bit of history, Mrs. Cat is firmly established on the acreage. She was terribly sick and scrawny -- a feral cat on the run -- when Rob took her in about 4 years ago. (Since then, he has opened the cat door in his workshop to many feral cats, despite Mrs. Cat's protests. All have moved on after some food and care, except Mrs. Cat.)
In winter, my brother spends most of his time in his workshop rebuilding vintage trucks, cars, tractors -- whatever. The subject of his interest changes every few years. So, that's where Mrs. Cat spends most of her time as well. (She follows Rob everywhere!)
She has a lovely, warm nest made from a collection of garishly coloured bathmats which are arranged on the seat of Rob's front-end loader. Does he ever get an earful whenever he needs to use the loader and moves her bed. In the photo just above, she is sitting on one of the tires of the loader, midway between her nest and the ground. Occasionally, she moves up into the rafters, presumably for a better view of things. Or, for safety's sake if he is welding.
Anyway, the weather was very cold last week and she might have been upset and complaining about that. Or the quality of her cat chow. Or the amount of dust and dirt in the workshop. Perhaps she was just shooting the breeze, discussing her ear mites or the other cats that have passed through. Who can tell what a cat is thinking?