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.

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Upper Managment

Seriously I told her not to go Out There! I don't know what she thinks she is doing Out There by herself. She's only human and not capable of taking care of herself. Does she listen to us? Does she? No!What's she doing? Can you tell? What the heck.....?


I can't even bear to look anymore.....you'll have to tell me
what 's going on. Can you see anything?

Yes, these two try and rule my life and do a pretty good job at it. Nothing goes unsupervised in the house, with plenty of commenting and rearranging involved. However once I step outside you would think that would be the end of the bossing....but no. I have two doors, and depending upon what side of the yard I'm on, the two boys position themselves at the closest door. They take turns wailing and meowing and advising me to get back in here! Sage drags out his blue teddy bear and carries it around, yowling with his mouth full. If the fan is on outside the back door, they stand in front of it and wail into the fan---which causes their voices to wobble and echo. This goes on until I either get too far away from the house (which is never usually--I can sometimes hear them when I'm feeding the sheep), or they finally exhaust themselves and need a power nap. For all their bossy, sometimes rotten ways, I wouldn't want to not be under their paws. After all somebody has to be the boss.

2 comments:

Michelle at Boulderneigh said...

Oh funny that the boys wait at the nearest door and "yell" at you! Do you think they would follow you if you let them?

Tammy said...

Hi Michelle,
Meshach (who is ten this year) has never wanted to step one paw outside. He was an outside kitty baby before I got him, and didn't look back when he came to live with me. Sage ran out once, got his fanny smacked and has never seemed interested in going out again. Now, Shadrach (deceased) Meshach's first 'brother' longed to be outside and got very tempermental about it all! They are silly boys. Thanks for your comments--I always enjoy them!
Tammy