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April 23, 2008

Typical morning on the farm

For some reason, last night, I decided to wear pj's to bed. I must have had a premonition that I would need to run around outside in the morning.

I overslept. John had to make the coffee, usually my job. I woke up and remembered that Willy was in his stall in the barn and would want to get out, so I put my boots on and ran out to the barn, opened the door, and Willy bolted out - apparently he had once again pushed the gate to his stall open. I checked to be sure he had not managed to get into any grain, and he had been good - except for the bales of straw that had a box of stained glass on them that he knocked over.

So Willy takes off, and I hear a meow. And the meow is at my feet. It's a beautiful full-grown cat, not feral. We can use a barn cat, but this kitty has probably been dumped, and I'm not sure how farm savvy it is. I gave him some kitty food, and he ate it like he had not eaten for some time. I'm not sure if it is a he or she cat - didn't want to look while I'm holding my morning coffee.

In the meantime, Willy has had a nice canter through the back yard, the front yard and is now over on the field to the west of the house. That is an area that I hope to fence in for Willy, Petey and the goats, so I was happy to see that he liked it.

I introduced the cat to Gunner and Kiki, the dogs, and tell them that this cat is family - not prey, but defending the cat from coyotes is their job.

I introduced the cat to chickens, and told the cat that the birds are family, not prey or sport, and to please leave them alone.

By this time, Willy is in the front yard, munching away. So I went into the barn to get a rope, and found that he had really done a number on his gate - it was knocked completely off its hinges. damn. But I got the rope, went out, and threw it over his neck and put him out in the pasture with the other horses. He was ready, he had his little adventure, and I have horse poop to remove from the barn floor, the backyard and the front yard.

I'm still in my pj's and boots, getting ready call Dr. Nikki Green, our vet, to see if dumped kitty can get in for shots, neutering (if needed) and shearing - its long hair is hopelessly matted, and will have to be shaved off.

Every day is an adventure, and I love it.

Posted by Beth at April 23, 2008 9:15 PM

Comments

Here's hoping the cat was paying attention regarding the birds... and that s/he has better farm sense than Sergeant S'mudge did.

Posted by: John of Argghhh! at April 24, 2008 9:18 AM

Here's to happy animals on a happy farm!

Posted by: Da Goddess at April 25, 2008 12:36 AM

You had to drink coffee that *John* made?

*urk*

Posted by: BillT at April 26, 2008 11:39 AM

It's good to hear you love it. You really are stray home magnets aren't you?

Bill, that might be why SWWBO usually makes it. And there was no concrete evidence the coffee was consumed. See what you don't know in marriage is bliss.

Posted by: Argent at April 27, 2008 10:28 AM

Oh, yeah they attract stray weird critters. How do you think I got here?

Posted by: Justthisguy at April 27, 2008 10:09 PM