When I was young, my Aunt Florence Kaffie had a big house on Ocean Drive. The antique furniture that was in her parlor in the 30s is in my sunroom now. I think the house close to the courthouse belonged to her son, Charles. It is interesting that you mention the diversity at their parties. The Kaffie side was always a little too progressive for my uber-xtian branch of the family. Nevertheless, Aunt Florence left me an inheritance big enough to pay for college. I guess I was the odd child that she liked:)
Doesn't seem to me that the woman across the street is taking very good care of her brood if she doesn't get them spayed or neutered. I hope things are working well for you and your unwed-soon-to-be-mother.
She is a pest when I am fixing my dinner. Tries to climb up the chopping block. She also has not developed good toilet habits; in fact, she missed the box at least once, and I had given her a spot of cheese, so it was a messy clean up. Other than that, she is fun. Loves to be petted of course.