Viewing post #753397 by Sashagirl
|You ladies are too kind, but thank you for the encouraging comments.
I can guarantee you that your mother felt that same panic that I did, when she scooted under that fence!
Sasha was our resident inspector when we were building that addition. She can generally be found wherever I am, but was "strictly" a Daddy's Girl, when Roger was alive. She grieved for Roger in such a palpable way. Bless her little kitty heart.
You already "have my number"(know me too well), don't you?! You're right about being leery of even looking at this. Do you ever remember sitting at a scary movie and holding your hands over your face, only to open your fingers just a "crack", to see if the scary scene was over? That's the way I felt about coming over and looking at this.