Curiosity Almost Killed the Cat

Our 4th of July celebration was pretty standard. Barbecue - an assortment of smoked meats (sausage, chicken, chopped and sliced brisket), side dishes (beans, coleslaw, and potato salad), trimmings (pickles, peppers, onions, and chips), and of course, watermelon. The best part was that I didn't have to cook it! (Although Mark did point out that I make better barbecue sauce than what was served.) But it was very, very good.

We ate our barbecue overlooking the lake, listening to a rhythm and blues band and watching an assortment of people try their hands at horseshoes. A lot of father-son pairs playing horseshoes. I noticed that the dads all seemed to have a great deal of advice for their sons on how to throw the horseshoe. This seemed to be the case whether they were any good at it or not. But it makes you smile.

We left that party and went home and watched fireworks from our hot tub. (And no we're not crazy! The heat is turned down and as long as the water is below body temperature, it feels very pleasant.) I'm not really sure where those fireworks were coming from because our town had their fireworks on Saturday night. So it was like "bonus" fireworks.

After soaking for 45 minutes, we got out of the hot tub. I sat in my rocker and started fiddling with my phone. Mark went in to top up his drink. When he came back out, Hefner was at the door waiting to go in. Heidi should go in, too. Where is Heidi? We don't see her anywhere. As Mark starts calling her, he sees something thrashing around in the hot tub. It's Heidi! She must have jumped up on the edge and because it was wet, she slid in. And claws are no help getting out. She couldn't have been in there long, but it was clearly long enough to suit her. When Mark rescued her, she literally clung to him. Poor little Heidi.

We'll be putting the top back on immediately in the future. And I think there is one less thing for Heidi to be curious about.