Hobbes

He appeared here last year.
As always, when they come, they get fed.
That’s the rule here:
Everybody eats.
He wasn’t our cat, but once they come and learn that The Food Lady makes sure there’s enough for them, they become mine.
We’ve been waiting to get him into the vet for neutering.
That’s coming.

For now though…

rolling in the dirt…

He gets to roll around being cute and cuddley.
Trust me, it doesn’t take a long time of good food in their bellies before they become lap sittin’ farm cats ’round here. 😉

Sharing with Sandee at Comedy Plus for Feline Friday.

Thankful Thursday

Yeah, today is thankful Thursday.
I’m not feeling extremely thankful today though…

It’s cold.
It’s day I-don’t-even-know-any-more of extreme cold warnings. Which means it’s much colder than typical for this time of year.
I guess Mother Nature is catching us up for the nice weather we had back in December and January.
There’s always a cost, right?

So that hay we’ve been doing so well on?
Blowing through a bale every 3ish days.
But mares gotta eat, or they don’t stay warm.
A cold horse in this weather dies.
Not on my fucking watch, if I can help it.
So eating my Merry Mares have been.
And then there’s the waterer…*sigh*
I feel like it’s always something, know what I mean?
The winds were savage for a while, and the damn thing kept freezing over.
And then it froze at the spigot.
That means standing there in the freezing cold, with a hair dryer to thaw it…with 3 toddlers dying of thirst, even though I just brought them buckets of warm water from the house to drink, but they be dyin’ and I be cryin’ because my hands are cold and I’m hopin’ I can get the water running before the hair dryer conks out…
*sigh*
Get horses, she thought…
It’ll be fun, she thought…
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
😂😂😂

Egg production is waaaaaaay down too.
Where I was getting 50-60 eggs a day, now I’m getting 8. If I’m lucky.
People want eggs.
I don’t have much eggs.
I’m just barely making regulars and that’s because I had some stocked up from last week…but now we’re low because 8 effing eggs a day.
60ish hens.
But they’re eating and drinking and trying to stay warm.
Ain’t so easy even with a heat lamp and deep straw.

Today we found we’d lost a duck baby.
Again it’s the cold.
We can feed ’em, we can make sure there’s fresh water, and draft free coops and heat lamps and damn if some aren’t gonna just die on us anyways.
But ya sure feel like shit when it happens.

And then, just to cap off the craptastic shitstorm that is February, I have to go to the dentist.
While to some that’s not a big deal, for some of us it is.
I have a tooth that has to come out, but need a dentist that won’t make me wear a mask (got that) and will let my Hubby in the room too (can’t do that yet…fuck the govt, because it’s their shit restrictions) because y’all….this woman does not do well without her support person…
So I get to stay living with this fucking thing until the shitty restrictions open up enough that I can have my person in the room while having the dental work done.
Looking at the way the hand wringing from the “experts” is going, that oughta be sometime in 2037.
Think I’ll just tie a string to the tooth, tie the other end to Ruby’s halter and give my girl a big ol’ smack on the bum…that oughta yob that fucker right out of my mouth.
😂😂😂
And if I die, they can list me as a covid death.

I guess I should still be thankful…
My Hubby is still working and is able to get his teeth fixed (thank goodness! he’s had problems with his mouth since I’ve known him).
We have plenty of food in the house.
The house is warm.
We’re still able to share our bounty with those who need it.
All in all, as frustrated and cold and tired as we are, we’re still grateful for all that we have.

But for this weekend, I’m just done.

Here’s a picture of cats…Hobbes in front, Trouble in back.

Sharing with Sandee at Comedy Plus and Brian’s Home for Thankful Thursday.

Feline Friday ~ Valentine’s Day Edition

It’s the feline gals of Midnight Calico Farm.
The outdoor ones, at least.
😉

First up, Coal…

Coal likes to sit on the fence poles…

Coal was born here.
We’re not sure if her Mama was Blue, Storm (both have passed on) or Xena.
There was some discussion between the 3 of them, who all had a litter of kittens within days of each other, who exactly was going to raise her.
Since they couldn’t get it together, and Coal was not getting enough to eat (because the adults were too busy carting her around from place to place hiding her from each other) we stepped in and she came inside to be hand raised.
She did go off to a home with friends of Hubby’s, but sadly it didn’t work out.
Our rule for any animals that come from us is if it doesn’t work out, we’ll take them back, no matter what, no questions asked.
She decided indoor/outdoor was what she wanted and so she became one of our hunter cats.

Xena, enjoying a grand back scrubbing in the dirt.

Xena is our Queen!
This gal is one of the toughest cats I’ve ever met.
She can take down a seagull all on her own.
And yet, gentle too.
We have to watch her with chicks, because she loves babies so much, she steals them to raise as her own.

Then, there’s Gabrielle…

Hunting butt wiggle…

Clearly her and Coal are related.
Gabrielle is Xena’s younger sister, and is fairly feral.
We didn’t have much chance to tame her while she was little, so we’ve been working on it for the past couple of years.

All the girls are now spayed, so no more kittens here!
Instead of following the biological imperative to procreate, they hunt, and enjoy lying around in the sunshine.
🙂

Next week, the boys!

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Cats!!

Out taking pictures the other day and I noticed Gabrielle had her eye on something…

Crouched down in the classic butt wiggle ready to pounce pose…

What could it be that she was after?

CoalCat!

Yep, she was trying to play with CoalCat, who doesn’t understand Gabrielle’s rough’n’tumble claws out way of playing.

“Nope. I’m outta here!”
~ Coal

Gabrielle was disappointed, but only for a moment…Daphne stepped in to play.
*Then* Gabrielle wasn’t so sure she wanted to play anymore.
Daphne plays way rougher, and faster, than she does!
Sadly that went by way too fast for me to capture.
lol

This is an example of Daphne’s style…here she getting Ghost to chase her, while doing dog zoomies around him.

Daphne always thinks she’s hit the jackpot when cats play, no matter how rough they do it.
Claws and teeth don’t bother her one bit.
😂😂😂

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First Images of 2019

I don’t do New Year’s resolutions.
Resolutions are, in my opinion, little lies we tell ourselves with the idea that we *might* do things better in the future.
I don’t have time for that.
I just do better when I can…and when I can’t I work to do better anyways.
Sometimes I make it, sometimes I fail.

That said, I did say I’m going to try to post more often.
Try not to get sick of me, ‘kay?
😉

Today was a gorgeous day. Above zero, which is wild and welcome in January in Canada!
So out with the camera I went.
With my trusty Helper, we were able to capture this adorable sight…

Sable does not look impressed.
😂😂😂

And then, Trouble decided he wanted in on the action…

“You. Owe. Me. Cookies.”
~ Sable

Oh, how I love the look on her face!
She’ll be thankful for the cookies she’ll get later.
😉

Sharing with Brian’s Home for Thankful Thursday.