I was cleaning up my archives, adding, dropping, condensing labels, and I found this draft. I wonder why I didn’t finish it. ? But then there are a lot of things that I could wonder exactly that about.
So now I will share that draft with you, dear reader, because someone must be the recipient of my house cleaning.
It’s spring (not no more) and that means flowers, working in the dirt and kitties. Vicktory kitties are taught the farm ropes by their mommies who are experts at keeping the vermin at a tolerable level. The only mice and other rodentia that I see are dead ones, that for me is a tolerable level. I find our cats to be very good organic and natural pest control.
When they were little, our girls would stuff their pockets with kitties and then attempt to get their chores done. Those kittens grew to become famous, extraordinary cats with delightful personalities. Our girls are still often seen wearing a few kitties around the farm. There is not a kitten that isn’t observed, played with, packed around and named.
This is Purr Bob
If I get out old pictures of kittens we have had before, the girls remember the kitten’s name, its quircky habits and who they went to. But then again these are the same girls who can tell our Suffolk sheep apart and recognize who is whom clear across the pasture. That is like telling thirty black labs apart from the opposite end of a football field.
I am happy to report that all our kittens (except Purr Bob) went to good homes this summer. Including one my girls had intended to keep, the old fellow who called had a good story. Unfortunately all but one of our momma cats are missing. I hope that the last varmint killing instigated by Martin, and done in by Dirt, the girls and some friends will end the case of the missing cats and missing poultry. But this lose of mommas could mean the end of the famous Vick kitties.
