Also known as Mr. Poopy Pants. πŸ™‚

Last week, we drove to a far off place to look at a used tractor. We looked at it online, talked to the sales guy, and thought it might be the one for us. We kept The Kid home from school to go see it…mainly because we didn’t think we’d be back in time for when she got off the school bus.

Since the tractor was located close to our friends Sue and Adam’s farm, I sent her an email to see if she was up for a visit when we were done. Happily, she welcomed us for a visit, and we got to meet her new goats. πŸ™‚

The two younger goats.

The two younger goats.

They’re so cute…they follow you around the farm yard like dogs.

Mama Goat. I was trying for a shot of her running up behind us, but she got close faster thatn I expected, and we have this close up shot of her. :)

Mama Goat. I was trying for a shot of her running up behind us, but she got close faster than I expected, and we have this close up shot of her. πŸ™‚

After a pasture walk to see the equines, and some tea, Sue mentioned she had some kittens we could choose from to start our barn cat herd. Off course, The Kid is over the moon because she can now choose kittens…we couldn’t have more than the 2 indoor cats in the city. Ms Stinky Rotten Calico barely tolerates the Orange one, her own brother, let alone a new one. Ahhh, but barn cats! Different story.

Here’s the little guy Kid picked:



We weren’t prepared for a kitten coming home, otherwise I would have brought the kennel. S’Okay, he rode most of the way sleeping on the back seat with The Kid. Once we hit the city, we decided to stop for a bite to eat…that meant we had to feed the fluffball too. We ripped pieces of our burgers off and he snarled and growled while gulping it down. It was very cute. πŸ™‚

As we got back on the road, we figured he’d settle down to sleep again. But no. Of course, when a kitten eats, their bellies get round, and then they need to empty themselves out. Yep, kitty had to poo. And poo he did…started on the Kid, who dropped him on the back seat, where more poo came out and then I grabbed him and brought him ’round to the front seat…where he shit in my hand. It was funny as hell. We on the highway, I’m telling Hubby he has to pull over, and I have not-fudge all over my hand. LOL! Life with babies. πŸ˜‰

Hubby stops, and thankfully, we have a roll of paper towel in the truck, so I clean up my hand, then the pile Spooky left on the floor, and then his butt. I toss all the shitty paper towel out the window…sorry folks, but I wasn’t bringing home kitten shitty paper towels. I left a trail of kitten shit along the highway…that’s how he ended up with the nickname “Mr. Poopy Pants”.

Finally, the fluffball is empty, and getting tired, so he climbed up into my sweater and went right to sleep…purring the whole time.Β Yep, that’s our Spooky!


How can you not love this face?

How can you not love this face?

He had a bit of an eye infection going on, but he’s been getting drops of Polysporin the past 2 days, and it’s cleared up nicely.

As for life on our farm, he’s adjusting well. He had a meal of goose later that night, and a few more since. Plus some prairie chicken, and he’s been happily hunting and eating grasshoppers. In short, he’s settled in just fine.


3 thoughts on “Spooky

  1. Millie says:

    He is adorable. I smiled at the goat close-up. They can be some of the most challenging animals to photograph because all you can get are close-ups. πŸ™‚


  2. gail cavanaugh says:

    spooky is quite the cutie. good wishing to the barn cat clowder.


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