With hubby working insane hours, the unpaid duty of bringing the beasts in for the afternoon has been put on me.
OK. I have been doing this duty forever, but it feels like more of a job now that the horses are testing my animal-loving patience.
Why do we bring them in for the afternoon, you ask?
Because the vet told us they were fat so we are trying to cut back on their grass intake because apparently eating grass 24/7 makes you fat.
Who would have thunk it?
This is a photo of Duke not listening to me....with grass in his mouth.
Blackie the barn cat who I thought would never get knocked up, got herself knocked up and delivered 5 black babies this week.
I cant say I am surprised, because she is really pretty, but I am still sad about this.
Sad that we now have 9 cats on our property.
Sad that the baby-daddy has never been seen around here.
Sad that my barn cats who were supposed to be male, are both females.
Sad that I wasn't the person to pick up our two male barn cat kittens last year, because I can tell the difference between a male and female kitty. The idiots we got them from, obviously didn't. And hubby just took their word.
Middle child took this picture.
I am quite impressed with the composition, aren't you?
I had to include this photo because it was taken during the 2.5 seconds these two actually got along and were not fighting this whole week.