Kelly had a rough time at camp today, her last day, but insisted on staying.  She couldn’t bare to miss the making of clay spiders.  Sara brought home tons of handmade trinkets for the entire family, including the cats.  I would guess that the curse had passed except this morning I opened the curtains to the back porch and found the kitten at the very top of the screened door, hanging on for dear life, after an accidental all-night lock out.  The curse has moved to the cats, and that my friends, is business as usual here at the ranch.  Happy 4th everyone.  I wish for you freedom, fireworks, family, and blueberry pie.