So, the peaceful pastoral picture on top is simply to balance out the fact that I am raising 6 feral kittens, pictured below. There is absolutely nothing peaceful about them. To say they are full of the dickens, would be a polite understatement. These little darlings were born in the neighbor's hayloft. Their mother was a lovely grey cat, just passing thru the neighborhood. Our great neighbors do not keep cats on their farm, but knowing that we do have cats and were looking for a couple of new kittens, they offered to set a humane live trap to catch them. They thought there were 2 or 3 of them. But they kept catching kittens, and catching kittens until our little cat condo had 6 in all. At first they would not even come out of their crate when I came near, but now they have identified me as the food lady and I am much more popular. We started out giving them kitten formula and now give them canned cat delicacies along with their dry kitten food. I can now pick up 4 or the 6. I can pet the 5th, but the last one caught is the wiliest and still won't let me get near him. They will have to stay in the cat condo for a few more weeks until they are easy enough to handle that they can go the veterinarian to gets shots and neutered. We have a ways to go.
You may have noticed that this blog has nothing to do with wool, rugs or antiques, but that is just to lure you in. Tomorrow, I will write about our great day of hooking here at the store. I also got in a fabulous set of seed drawers that I will show also. In the meantime....send calming thoughts to Rocky, Joyanna, Oceanna, Boots, Socks and LePew. Yeah, and about those names, Carl and I are responsible for Boots and Socks. The more colorful names you can blame on my daughter Leah (LePew), grandson Smith (Rocky) and his dad Matt. The father of 2 sons, he said if he ever had daughters he would have named them Joyanna and Oceanna. Whew, are we ever glad
he and Rachel had sons.
Tomorrow.......back to rug hooking and antiques.