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.......
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.
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