Well... where was I?

I feel very out-of-the-groove when it comes to writing blog posts! Yikes! I guess I took too much time off sewing kangaroos and mowing, etc., etc., and I lost my blog-train-of-thought. Plus, I've taken sooo many pics with my iPad (which now end up automatically on my PC, too - thanks a heap, Jenny!!) that I'm feeling overwhelmed with photos and don't know where to start showing you stuff. Aargh.

Also, I must confess that I'm a bit addicted to Instagram. Hello... my name is Grandma G, and I'm an IG addict. There. I feel better now. Ha. However... if you want to see those photos, you don't have to have an IG account. Just go to https://instagram.com/grandma_g415 (if that doesn't work for you, try taking the 's' off of https) and you can see them, plus some cute kitten videos!

That being said, here I am back with what else but a cat story. 

This, as you probably recognize, is Autumn. When I saw her doing this, I thought I had another weird-water-drinking cat.

She caught me shooting her. "I am not weird!"

Then she went back to it.

But I noticed something and had to go outside for a closer look:

Uh oh!

Some poor little goldfinch didn't fare so well!

I don't know who did it. Maybe Autumn, but I kind of doubt it.

I was hoping it was the goldfinch that has been persistently trying to get through our living room windows for the last WEEK and won't give up... but I was not so lucky. He's still at it. (There's even a video of him on my Instagram feed.)