We received something in the mail the other day saying that someone nearby has lost their cat. It described the cat, said it was a “beloved family pet”, there is a reward offered, and all that. Ryan read this, and asked if we could go to the park tonight, “not to play, but maybe the kitty is hiding there and we could go look for her.”

We couldn’t go cat-searching because Ryan had Beavers tonight, where they helped to clean up the park next to the Beaver hall. On the way home, he saw more garbage on the road, and wanted to stop to pick it up.

He’s such a great kid.