There are my feet again, those of you who follow me on Insta and Facebook will recognize me in this position, in my recliner.
There is my sweet little Twinkle.
I have also written about how he has been scratching and biting me, and someone (Sally) suggested that I discipline him now so that he would not turn into a biting, scratching adult.
Actually, I have been using a small squirt bottle on him, which we used with
Lilly when she was a puppy, lo, these many years ago.
Lilly when she was a puppy, lo, these many years ago.
What I found was that after a week, he responded better to "NO", than being
Here is the reason he is on my lap, curled up.
That's Paiton with Autumn, our new family member from
Kitty Cat Connection. (Thank you, Tammy Potts) I went over to pick Autumn up
last Saturday, and she had to spend some time in the bathroom
getting used to everything. When I am here, she is now allowed to
roam throughout the house with Twinkle.
Oh, we have had some fun.
They have been up hill and down dale.
They are not allowed outside, tho Twink has escaped a time or two.
They are strictly indoor cats, from here on out.
Lilly is not sure about Autumn, so I monitor them.
Jester wants to play so BADLY, and Autumn is not used to
dogs, so there is a lot of hissing.
In fact, he is feeling very left out, he was Twinkle's main man.
He had been jumping and grinning, play with me, play with me,
for five minutes before I took this, and they ignored him.
Here is a dorky picture I took with one hand last night.
I was watching the Voice finale (sort of) and Twinkle climbed up
into the recliner and went to sleep nestled on me. Autumn, for the first time,
came up with him and also went to sleep. It didn't last long, pretty soon
they started wrestling again, and they wrestle HARD. She is just a hair bigger than he,
and gives as good as she gets.
However, he has not bitten or scratched me one time, now that he has a playmate. He was just desperate to play, before.
I got Jester up a little later, and gave him scritches until he was almost asleep,
to let him know he is still MY main man.
Here was Spooky in the old henhouse this morning. I knew something was
sleeping in the closet... there are two depressions in the deep straw I put in there, there
is another just beyond Spooky to the left. No sign of Harlequin, I have not seen her in two days, and you see that Spooky wanted his breakfast, he was telling me. He was also telling me "Don't come any closer".
There is also something sleeping in the little red hen house. I leave about
a cup of cat food in there every day, just in case one of the other two ferals is still around... I have not seen them in weeks though, and I know my neighbors at the bottom of the hill feed ferals.
Something eats it, and something sleeps there, but is gone when I go out in the morning. It is
cat or possum sized.
Speaking of the possums and other wildings, I am moving the feeding station off the porch and into the yard by the pasture. I'm going to move it INTO the pasture once they get used to not finding it on the porch.
The cats come to the porch every night, despite the fact I feed them in the hen house.
The water in the warmed bowl will stay on the porch. One thing I have NOT done is
started feeding the wild birds on the deck again. I have enough fun watching them at my feeding station, and I keep water out there.
It looks like all I shopped for at the commissary today was cat food, doesn't it?
I stocked up for the next two weeks, and then got everything else that was on my
Christmas - party list, like bowls and cups, etc.. We have ham and cheese sliders and potato soup on the menu, but I did get a container of potato salad, just in case.
While I was there, they had a scavenger hunt, giving 10 minutes to get all the items on the list, and back to "go".... to win a big sack of items, PLUS an Xbox One system. It was fun to see everyone careening through the aisles trying to get their list filled, and fun for the parents. The store was not too full, either, so it did not put anyone out.
What a fun way to win an Xbox for your kids.
Here is a much-cropped picture of the new rooster, whom I am calling Ferdinand, after the
bull from the cartoon of the same name, recently re-made by Disney.
Ferdinand was a big, blustering bull who was a baby at heart, and so is this
rooster. I had to pick him up and carry him in 3 times, he has never
roosted inside, his home had other roosters and they beat up on him all the time.
My friend who gave him to me told me she felt so sorry for him.
This is how he slept the first two nights. Now he gets himself turned around in the nest box, and nestles there, next to one of the hens. I have never had so many chickens who like to roost in the nest boxes, and I have to clean them out every morning. As I am getting so few eggs, I guess it doesn't matter!
I thought this was interesting, I always fill this fortex in the morning,
because the squirrels and little birds drink from it all day, along with whatever chicken is near.
Those are raccoon paws in the fortex. Uh huh.
I used to be afraid to look out because of Cogburn, however, if I even show my face for a minute, I hear tap-tap-tapping at the door. See the red hen? She had been tapping.
They are spoiled.
However... I am going to start treating them OFF the porch, I have to power wash porch and deck, they are not discriminating when they have to go, if you get my drift!
I end with a Random Act of Kindness. For years, I have read "Sugar Pie Farmhouse", a blog written by a wife and antiques dealer in the Ozarks, in Branson, who is called "Aunt Ruthie". She linked to another blog the other day called "MorningChores".... and they both suggested doing this, a random act treating someone who helps you all year, and not just at Christmas.
I heard the trash truck come up the road on Monday, I am the last customer on the road, and
they commonly turn in our driveway entrance. They were there a little longer on Monday morning as they found these on top of the trash bin. What a great idea from Aunt Ruthie, thank you!
The mailman will get his on Friday, and I am taking a batch to the feed store tomorrow, they help me all year (the main helper gets a cash tip, too)... don't forget all these folks that help us
through thick and thin.