Last fall, we went to the beach and when we got there, there was a huge jellyfish draped over the rocks up the beach a little ways. We played for a while out in the water. We found a big crab. Then I found a red thing and picked it up.
My fingers started stinging like a lot of bee stings all together.
We think the red thing was part of a jelly fish.
We went to the car and couldn’t find any medicine to help. We tried mud, but it didn’t work. We went back to the beach, and after about half-an-hour it didn’t hurt.
We didn’t know what was happening. The cats were
getting out of the garage every night even though we locked it. The door
was always open in the morning, but the handle was still locked.
We now think that the cats were jumping on the door handle and pulling it down to get the door open.
While we were on a trip, we asked our neighbors to bungee cord the door shut from the outside. And the door stayed shut!
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Some winter nights, Mom thought it was really, really cold out in
the garage, so we let the cats in to sleep on the back porch. But Zoe
kept getting into the house by pulling the swinging door open with her
claws, then sticking her paw through. Then Roughy would get in after
her. Finally we put a chair on one side of the door and a box of
potatoes on the other, but Zoe kept rattling the door all night until
she could pull it open.
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Sometimes I was
reading a book and I would see Zoe in her basket. Then a couple minutes
later, I’d look up and the basket was empty. Then I knew that Zoe was
somewhere in the house walking around. Sometimes she was behind the
couch, and a lot of times she was in somebody’s bed. Sometimes she was
in a hole in our closet. Then I’d have to find her, bring her back down,
and put her in her bed. But if she won’t stay in her bed and keeps
getting out, we’ll put her out the front door or on the back porch.