Ironies and Inaccuracies

An update on the cat called Marmalade: It’s a he (not a she), and he’s not declawed. Also, the mark in the cat’s left ear that I read as “M” is more likely an “N” standing for Neutered, according to my new cat-expert friend Bud. Bud’s wife is a former co-worker of mine who saw my plea for pity on misplaced Marmie and drove about a half-hour from her house to come look at the kitty. Mr. and Mrs. Bud pointed out the inaccuracies of my “advertisement.” (Sorry, guys—I’m not a vet, just a sucker for strays.) I have one more possible taker before I deliver this poor wandering one to a shelter (the no-kill kind if they’ll take him).

In other news, the Waters fam ran in a local 5k race today. Will and Vi finished third in their respective age groups, and I, Grace, took the top prize for 30-34-year-old females! This accomplishment would be a great deal more impressive had I not been the only runner in my category. Ah, well. It’s just another instance confirming my dad’s oft-quoted adage: “80% of life is showing up!”

One ironic twist of the race was that the prizes were, instead of trophies or ribbons or plaques—cookies! That’s right, run 3.1 miles, burn a few hundred calories, then chow ’em right back down. These were rather large sugar cookies, liberally slathered with bright-colored frosting and icing-piped words corresponding with the recipient’s achievement. I came home and cut mine into pie-shaped wedges, yielding about a half-dozen. Yes, I shared.