all saint's play

So Monday, being All Saint's Day also meant the day had finally come where Clare was going to portray Saint Clare in her first grade play. The children chose their favourite Saint, researched the Saint, wrote their speeches and then dressed as the Saint. Clare was dressed to the hilt in her brown and white outfit I had sewn, but by the time we got to school that morning and they were lining up to go to the Multi-Purpose building, I realised I had forgotten her rosary. And bible. But she still looked great up there, said her lines without a hitch (of course, that child has been blessed with the gift of gab) and afterward, they had their reward for their hard work...an All Saint's Day Party for the class. They were all too cute, miniature nuns and priests and general saint-like individuals running around.

Speaking of rosaries and saints and all that, I guess all of our prayers have worked. Seamus will be saved from being "put down". A saint of a woman in Pennsylvania, who is charge of the Russell Rescue up there, raised the $250 to break him out of "jail" and will have a friend who lives nearby come to collect him on Saturday from the SPCA. You have no idea what kind of weight has been lifted from us now. We were going to have to sign him over to be put down today if we could not come up with the funds to pay for his lodging while he was forced to be there during the ridiculous circus that it was with these court dates the last month and a half.

You know what else? The cat that allegedly "died" was apparently resurrected. We saw it clear as anything sitting in the window of it's house Friday night while walking the dogs. There was no mistaking it, every window was open for the world to see into that woman's house and all the lights were on, too. And it was no apparition. I knew from the moment she told us her cat had "died" that it sounded so fake. And adding to the fact our dog didn't even leave a tooth mark in it~ the vet confirmed when I paid that outrageous bill~ I knew she was lying and trying to railroad us. Well, we won anyhow, because Seamus is still alive and is about to find a home where he will be taken care of. So weirdo neighbour had better stay far, far, far away from our house.