When Cathy went back in the house, Florence was putting out food for Oliver. As was his custom, the Siamese was splashing his paws around in his water fountain.
“Oliver, you’re making a mess,” Florence said.
Cathy laughed. “I’ll clean it up, Gran, and take care of the dishes, too. You had a busy morning.”
“Thanks, Catherine. I should get back to crocheting Becky’s baby blanket. The shower is Tuesday.” That was only two days away.
“Who are you inviting, Gran?”
Florence smiled. “I’m inviting most of the Buttercup Bend ladies – Pauline, of course, you and Nancy, Lorraine Green, Joan Dexter, Sandra Barry, Phyllis from the baby store, and Mildred Hastings. The only person I didn’t send an invitation to is Gladys Broom, but I’m thinking of hand delivering one to her tomorrow.”
Cathy was sh
