My cats...I love them. I do. I cannot help it. My kids think I approaching the point of losing a screw. We got them last summer from the horse barn and aquired the third at a house offering free kittens. They are all black. We named them Chester, Alice and Jake. Chester and Alice are siblings with almond shaped green eyes. Chester is lanky and quite the hunter while Alice is round but is known to catch a mole or two. Jake, what can I say about him? He is a long haired, timid kind of fellow. He loves to race into the barn at about 6:30 p.m. as if someone lit a fire under him. He flops down on the floor and rolls because he is so glad to be home.
When I take a walk on the paths in forest, they follow me. They come when I call them, most of the time. They help keep the barn free of undesirables...mice and the like.
They are friendly with most who visit the farm and enjoy being petted and scratched. They also provide unlimited entertainment.
I recently decided that the landscaped area on the side of the house was a waste. It is full of weeds and bark. So I put up some chicken wire and stakes and plopped a few tri-colored squash and zucchini plants down. Today when Noah and I rounded the corner of the house we noticed two chickens had made a home inside the fence. They were resting from their usual clucking and pecking. I saw Chester sitting on some rocks above the garden observing. He looked innocent enough but then decided to jump down on them as they unwittingly rested in the sun. Feathers and squawking galore! Noah jumped into the fence (which only stands about 2 feet high) and grabbed Chester. He was not happy. But was appeased with a small snack of processed luncheon meat (chicken--naturally).
I don't feel too bad about the cats bothering the chickens because the chickens terrorize the lawn and garden and create alot of work for me in sweeping up after them.
I should mention that sometime ago I "rescued" three feral kittens from the compost pile. A lesson learned. But they are cute, cute. The are primarily gray. One is solid in color while the other two are striped. Beautiful eyes and gentle faces. However, not the friendliest. Taima is working on that part. She is gifted when dealing with animals and seems to know how to handle them. While I am terrified to stick my hand in their house, she delves right in. No fear there. Hopefully in a few weeks they will be as tame as the others.
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