MEET 'THE COUSIN'

Ahoy there mates!

Me see's ya read about me boy cousins and me mum couldn't find me girl cousins so she decided to interview the cap'n.  

Me name's Jack.  

Cap'n Jack Sparrow to be exact.

Me human mum says I remind her of some character played by a guy named Johnny Depp.

But me saw that movie and think's me way cooler and a lot more handsome.

Whatever! 

Tis enuff of this interview, got work to do....right after me nap mates!

THE BROTHERS THREE

Silly brothers!!!   They are usually never far apart.

 (Evil Kitty, The Boy Named Sue and Sheridan)

They really don't look too wild anymore do they!

 

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Meet Evil Kitty

When I was only a few weeks old, our mom brought us to live under the back porch of the alien's home.  She didn't trust these aliens and would rarely let them close to her but for some reason she thought we needed to live under that porch.  One day, one of these aliens picked me up.  I was so small I barely fit in the palm of his hand.  He scared me so much!  And boy did I ever let him have it!  I drew blood and everything!  

For some reason, after that happened, these aliens kept calling me 'Evil Kitty'.  I'm not mean though.  I am gentle and sweet and I learned that the aliens were really called 'humans' and they fed us and took good care of us.  

I LOVE my humans!

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Meet The Boy Named 'Sue'

They call me Sue.

When I was little, two humans were going to adopt me.  They planned to name me Sue because they like Johnny Cash, whoever he is!  So the house humans started calling me Sue to get me used to the idea before those 'other ones' adopted me.  

I was sooooo glad when the adoption fell through!  I didn't want to leave my family here at the farm and go to some big scary city.  I was so happy that I didn't care that the farm humans kept calling me 'Sue' anyway!  I love being here.  Sometimes I go off on adventures for a few days with my cousin or my sister.  My human mom doesn't like me to do it but I have promised her I will be careful.  

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Meet Sheridan

 Hey dudes.  

I'm the cool one and the most handsome.  Our human mom tells my brothers they are handsome too but I know she is just being nice to them!  

I'm a bit of a daredevil too.  I like to climb trees and stuff.  Why.....the other day, I was on the roof of the porch and I just jumped off!  It was cool!  

My human won't tell me how I got my name.  Something about my eyes being too close and a bit cross-eyed when I was a baby.  She said it was a human thing and not really very nice.  But you can see, I've outgrown all that and I am handsome, handsome, handsome!

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So those are the brothers three! 

Enjoy a few more pictures of them.

Sue and Sheridan

Sheridan being a cool hood ornament

Evil resting on the chaise

Coming next we will meet 'the girls'!

AHAAA....THERE THEY ARE!

Found em'! 

Right where I should have looked in the first place.

On the back porch eating.

(OOOPs. Wonder who encouraged that!)

Oh....and on the front porch.....eating!

And on the roof....guarding!

And in the jeep.....wanting to go for a ride!

And at the front door.....waiting for it to open!

And....at the back door....coming IN the house!!

Ok, so I'm guessing you have noticed that not ONE of these pictures show the cats at, in, around or near the barn.   And did I mention these are supposed to be wild, feral cats?  Hmmm.....it seems I have failed as a feral cat owner!!!

Stay tuned.  

Coming up next.....one on one interviews with the failed feral cats at FenceRow Farms.

HERE KITTY, KITTY, KITTY!

We've been blessed with quite a few wild barn cats over the years.  It started out with one. A female we nick-named Meow-meow because she was noisy.  She had a physical deformity, kind of like a hunch-back.  The vet told us she would never have kittens so we never bothered to have her spayed. 

And she didn't......for about 5 years that is.  Out of the blue, Meow-meow had a litter of two.  Before we knew it, there were feral cats all over the barn.  No mice....just wild kitties.  It was like an explosion.  They were everywhere!  

But help was soon on the way when I contacted Indy Feral at:   http://www.indyferal.org/
They came out and delivered live traps for us to catch them.  In all, eleven wild kittens and cats.  Then, once trapped, Indy Feral came back out, picked them up and took them to be fully vetted and spayed and neutered and then.....brought them back to us.  All for an incredibly low fee!  (I should note that I am not affiliated with this wonderful organization but an extremely happy customer!)

At any rate, I digress.  It's been a little slow around here and as mentioned in previous posts, I've been a bit down, so I thought this was as good a time as any to introduce my readers to the barn cat colony at FenceRow Farms.  So here we go!

Here kitty, kitties.

HELLOOOOOO????

YOOOO HOOOOOO  Kitties!!!

Where are you guys????

Hmmmm........where have all those cats gone?

Guess I will have to look elsewhere to find them!

Stay tuned!

LIVING IN THE MOMENT

I haven't felt like blogging lately.  I've been to caught up with things in life that I would rather not have to deal with.  Nothing major or earth shattering, just lots of little stuff all combined together to get the best of me.  

Today, however, is a new day and it's a beautiful day in the country.  Cool, gorgeous, sunny, with a deep blue sky.  So I sat outside staring up, trying to figure it all out.

I can't of course, I'm just not that good, but really, I don't think anyone can figure it all out.  I'm not sure that we are even meant to!  

Yesterday I vented (ranted/raged really) to a friend.  It didn't help, in fact I'm not sure but what it didn't make it worse.  Venting seems to give validation to a problem rather that come up with solutions for fixing them.  My helpful friend suggested I try to just 'live in the moment'.  'Live in the moment'?  What the heck does that mean!?!?!?   I thought I was!


The problem, I think, is that ALL those 'moments', add up.  Moments become one huge ball of wax, either good or bad depending on how you choose to look at it.  So I think my friend was trying to tell me to take each tiny moment and look at it as good and then when all those moments become that HUGE ball of wax, it will be a good one!  Hmmmm......does that make sense??


I don't know.  It's giving me a headache.  I think I'll try and forget about it and enjoy this kitty sitting on my lap wanting to play with my toes!

Hey....maybe that's 'living in the moment'!

What do you think?