And you know what comes with spring.....new life. Be it flowers blooming, trees budding, pollen filling the air and clogging our sinuses.....everything comes alive in the spring.
And spring means.....babies.......
This is Orange. She's a cute little kitten that befriended us last year. I say befriended "us" but really she befriended Big Green....the milk truck. When we show up at the parlor to unload and clean, she's there asking for a bit of milk. Please Sir, may I have some more? We should have named her Oliver....but we like to stick with the obvious.
We've mentioned before how we don't like welfare cats around here. We like them lean and hungry so they help to keep down the mouse/rat population. We don't feed them- maybe a bit of milk every now and again. But, the cats on our farm are feral....when they see you....they take off. No one hangs around for a scratch under the chin.....except Orange.
Orange is a girl. Which.....now we know why this guy showed up. Guess he was looking for love. And then.....he hit the bricks. I do miss you Black Kitty.
Back to Orange. A few weeks ago (and it was no surprise)....Orange showed up and was as wide as she is tall. She was carry a sign that said -babies on board, show a mother some love. So, of course, we had to give her milk .....and maybe some dry food.
And now, Orange is once again, her sleek, trim self. Which is more than this mother can say and her punks are 11 and 13.
We can't wait to meet your babies, Orange. I hope when they are a little bigger you'll bring them around. And, as soon as they are big enough, you're cute little orange tushy is going to vet. I know your type......and you'll be a baby spewing machine.
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And spring means.....babies.......
We've mentioned before how we don't like welfare cats around here. We like them lean and hungry so they help to keep down the mouse/rat population. We don't feed them- maybe a bit of milk every now and again. But, the cats on our farm are feral....when they see you....they take off. No one hangs around for a scratch under the chin.....except Orange.
Orange is a girl. Which.....now we know why this guy showed up. Guess he was looking for love. And then.....he hit the bricks. I do miss you Black Kitty.
And now, Orange is once again, her sleek, trim self. Which is more than this mother can say and her punks are 11 and 13.
We can't wait to meet your babies, Orange. I hope when they are a little bigger you'll bring them around. And, as soon as they are big enough, you're cute little orange tushy is going to vet. I know your type......and you'll be a baby spewing machine.
