Places you can find a cat

Places you'd expect to find a cat...

• in the house
• in the garage
• in the greenhouse shed
• on the deck
• in the barn
• in the shop
• under the car

Places we find the farmer cats...

• in the front garden
• in the back garden
• in every hole we dig to transplant a tomato
• in every hole we dig to transplant a pepper
• in every hole....
• in the onions
• running back and forth in any trench
• turning over every seed potato
• digging out the seed potatoes
• on the rototiller
• under the rototiller
• eating the hose
• running away while being sprayed with the hose

 Places we've found a cat...

• on the front seat of the car
• kittens hiding in the wood pile in the garage
• under the stacked hay
• in a purposely set live trap
• in a live trap accidentally left open in the garage (not baited)
• in the 4" between the storm door and the front door
• in the blackberry & black raspberry bramble
• underneath the barn
• in the cherry tree
• on the dining room table.

 
The spring kitten count (crop) is up to twenty.  We've found homes for some, some we could never catch, and some have become pets. In an effort to prevent a fall crop, we've started spaying cats. It's been eventful. If you know of anyone who would like a kitten, a fixed barn cat, or a dark brown/black outdoor cat that is extremely friendly (and fixed), please let me know. 

Kolaches

Come help pick and pit cherries, then help make and eat more kolaches! 

Morning Surprise

I was walking back to my desk at work when I felt something *in* my jeans.  Something the size of a mouse.  I froze, afraid that a giant insect, a mouse, or something equally abhorrent was making its way down my leg.  After working up some courage and looking around to make sure no one was watching, I grabbed at my leg, pulling the moving thing away from my skin.  As I grabbed it, I felt it open.  I let go, shook my leg a bit, and quickly (and quietly) grabbed the clothes pin as it fell out the bottom of my jeans.

I think I still appreciate having (& using) the clothesline.

Scaredy

Well, we've given away quite a few of the kittens. While we're grateful for each and every family that took one (or more), it's still sad to see our favorite kittens leave.  I've been playing with and trying to tame White Paws/Scaredy Cat this week.

We've been trying to avoid our cat, Friendly.  I'd insert a picture of Friendly attempting to prevent any progress in the garden or destroying what we've planted, but that will have to wait until I have my phone in the garden. Friendly's fondness for ear scratching, dirt, and catnip makes him the the favorite target of the garden hose.

We've already lost an apple tree in a windstorm, but the strawberries are ripening, seeds in the garden are sprouting, and the cherries are turning red.

Ben thinks I should make Black Forest cake.  I think we should get an ice cream maker and make cherry sorbet.  I'll probably just end up making lots of cherry pie.  
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