Like a walk through the country side living on a small farm is full of daily surprises, sometimes wonderful and amazing, and other times puzzling and sad. I hope you will walk with me as I live out my dream of living on this tiny farm. You will come to know the dogs, cats, Shetland sheep and chickens that make up this farm and what goes into keeping them happy and healthy. Come and join the journey with me.
Friday, September 15, 2006
Mom calls me a "Bad Weed"......
....But I don't think she means it...most of the time!
Yes there is a new kitten in the house.... not exactly a siamese, but I think he will do just fine. Its been about nine years since there has been a kitten in the house, so I've forgotten how 'energetic' they can be. (My house looks like a tornado hit). For now the little guy remains nameless until I know 'who' he is, then he'll get likely get stuck with some name no one can pronounce!
He was a tiny little feller (or fell-a, we thought) when he first appeared at my folk's house. No ideas about where he came from. He is growing so fast and has so much orneriness, er, energy, hence the 'growing like a bad weed' title! Meshach, my nine year old Siamese mix, who doesn't have an ornery bone in his body, is pretty horrified by it all. He looks at me like 'what have you DONE"! But they are slowly getting used to each other and I hope one day will be buddies.
In this picture, Meshach seems to be saying not one inch closer--kid! And Bad Weed seems to be trying to entice Mesh to a game of 'kill the teddy bear'..... it also shows how big the 'little' guy is in respect to a 12 lb 9 year old cat! ......What shall I do NEXT??