This past Saturday, not wanting to be the only scrooge in my neighborhood by not decorating their house for Christmas, I went to my storage shed and found the Christmas lights and grabbed the ladder. Throughout all the commotion that was that I was making, I failed to notice the momma cat and her four kittens. Whom, with all the rest of the junk in there, had decided to take up residence. How they all got by ABBY, I'll never know. Anyway, here I am around at the front my house and the lights are stretched out on the row of shrubs: I've got to have them all lined out so I don't have a big ball of lights at one end looking gawdy, ya know! So I'm up on the ladder hanging the lights when couple of kids walk up. "Hey", they yelled, "Did you know that mean old Pit Bull of yours has a couple of our kittens treed in your backyard? Don't ya think you ought to do something?" "No", I replied. "If those kittens belong to you, I think you had better do something before that BOXER gets them down and tries to lick them death." You should have seen the looks on their faces.