Sometimes nothing else will do but a good cup of hot tea in a favorite cup.
I'm sitting here warming my hands around a steaming cup and going over my day.
After cat-sitting this morning we drove the country roads in search of a farm/business that sells pellet stoves and all the accessories. We recently bought a stove and the retired-guy needed a part before firing it up in the garage.
Upon finding it, we drove up the circular drive-way and were greeted by a huge German Shepherd. My plan was to wait in the car but then I spotted a cat at the barn. Yes, that's all it takes.
The wind was blowing like mad and the little black cat was running towards me, getting side-tracked with every leaf that blew by on the ground. I scooped it up and gave it a hug while I headed towards the chicken coop. There I spotted a tiny orange kitten, perhaps two months old, lying in a tiny tent. It, too, got up and ran over to say "hi". I picked it up and put it inside my jacket where it purred it's head off; all happy and warm as toast now. It looked healthy enough; one eye a wee bit dirty but other than that, not too thin and lovely fur.
I walked around with it while it purred away and completely lost track of time.
"There you are. I'm ready to go."
"What have you got there?" he said.
"A kitten. Look!"
Then three more orange balls came tearing out of the barn. All the same age.
"Aw geesh, we have to go."
"Would you just look at this face.", I said. Two little gold eyes with the familiar tabby M on the forehead looked back at him.
"Cute", was his lame response.
I got more reaction from the goose that walked by.
So, I put wee little sweetie back on the ground and it went tearing after the leaves as they blew by the coop.
Now I'm sitting here thinking about that little orange face staring up at me from inside my cozy warm jacket.
I worry about barn kittens. Not so much cats as they are more rough and tumble and can usually handle their surroundings but not kittens. They are too silly and fragile for barns, I think. It's hard and sometimes dangerous for them to make their way in a barn. Too many obstacles. That's just how I feel.
So, I'm thinking about that little face.
=^..^=
Oh yes, and this face.
"Oh, geesh."
hugs, Deb
After cat-sitting this morning we drove the country roads in search of a farm/business that sells pellet stoves and all the accessories. We recently bought a stove and the retired-guy needed a part before firing it up in the garage.
Upon finding it, we drove up the circular drive-way and were greeted by a huge German Shepherd. My plan was to wait in the car but then I spotted a cat at the barn. Yes, that's all it takes.
The wind was blowing like mad and the little black cat was running towards me, getting side-tracked with every leaf that blew by on the ground. I scooped it up and gave it a hug while I headed towards the chicken coop. There I spotted a tiny orange kitten, perhaps two months old, lying in a tiny tent. It, too, got up and ran over to say "hi". I picked it up and put it inside my jacket where it purred it's head off; all happy and warm as toast now. It looked healthy enough; one eye a wee bit dirty but other than that, not too thin and lovely fur.
I walked around with it while it purred away and completely lost track of time.
"There you are. I'm ready to go."
"What have you got there?" he said.
"A kitten. Look!"
Then three more orange balls came tearing out of the barn. All the same age.
"Aw geesh, we have to go."
"Would you just look at this face.", I said. Two little gold eyes with the familiar tabby M on the forehead looked back at him.
"Cute", was his lame response.
I got more reaction from the goose that walked by.
So, I put wee little sweetie back on the ground and it went tearing after the leaves as they blew by the coop.
Now I'm sitting here thinking about that little orange face staring up at me from inside my cozy warm jacket.
I worry about barn kittens. Not so much cats as they are more rough and tumble and can usually handle their surroundings but not kittens. They are too silly and fragile for barns, I think. It's hard and sometimes dangerous for them to make their way in a barn. Too many obstacles. That's just how I feel.
So, I'm thinking about that little face.
=^..^=
Oh yes, and this face.
"Where's my stinky goodness?"
"Oh, geesh."
hugs, Deb
