Friday night, our friends Mike and Amy Green treated us to frozen custard. They didn't want to leave town without having tasted some genuine Milwaukee frozen custard, and who am I to argue? So we enjoyed a scoop or two over at Kopp's. Delicious as always, of course I had a scoop of chocolate. For those unfamiliar with Kopp's, and frozen custard stands of that sort, you will often see the daily special for each day printed out on a sheet or pamphlet for the whole month. On the back of the monthly menu at Kopp's is the story of Bob, the dog. It's quite a story. You may read it at the Kopp's web site here. Go ahead and take a moment. If you love animals, and who doesn't?, then I think you'll appreciate it.
And that reminds me of another animal story. At Saint Stephen's last Thursday or Friday morning, my pastor, Father May, showed us an alley cat, most likely feral, which was protecting her newborn kittens down in one of the window wells of the church. Somehow she got in there. I call her Fran. One of the things we were worried about was if she would be able to get out okay, and get her kittens out. On that count I can say that there is nothing to worry about, for on Sunday morning, before I went in to get ready for the liturgy, I checked that window well, and I saw Fran was there, but then leaped right out, and trotted down the street. I did not see her babies, but I suppose that she got them somewhere safe. She and her kittens have been and remain in our prayers.