These kitties are so chill.

Grey kitty.

Bullet on a rainy day.

Best medicine.

Happy 20th Charlie-cat!

Captain Crunch and me.

"Mommy, want to hold a kitten?"

When kitties attack...

Too dark, and not in focus, but I love the pose.  Cap'n Crunch is innocently playing with a piece of straw when  Bullet lept out from under the table.

Griffin and Bullet

Captain Crunch and Bullet.  

Hanna and snuggly Captain Crunch.

Griffin and Bullet.  Bullet doesn't look thrilled, but he does seem to like his rides.

Captain Crunch loves to snuggle with Puck.  Puck doesn't care either way.

See, even 3 year olds feeding kittens have the "open mouth response".  Can you spoonfeed a baby without opening your mouth?  

Hello Bullet.

Hanna put together this ensemble (I have purple sparkles all over my house) and Charlie, who usually avoids the camera, was bedazzled by the pants.

Charlie at almost 20 years old.

Scenes from the barnyard

Dear old Penny, such a sweet quiet goat, so easy to take care of. See how fat and round her daughter have gotten. Thanks to Bernie's generous offerings of Swiss Chard and brussel sprouts, she has gained some weight too, but she is so saggy that the fat never covers her bones, and she just collects her fat around her belly and around her ribs. Gravity is not kind to goats either.


Of course what you won't see is what I missed when my camera battery died. The goat and the cat sniffed, then the cat rubbed his head against the goat's head. Typical of a cat. So then the goat did what is typical goat behaviour when something touches their head, headbutt it. Pop. Luckily Wicket is a pretty quick guy and mostly missed it.

The Cat is out of the Bag, er the Barn.

Introducing the newest resident of our homestead....WICKET.


Wicket is a 1 year old neutered male long-haired black cat. He is very affectionate, but I've been told he's a stealth hunter too. He is our city-turned-country version of a barncat. He lived with a young family in the city, but he loves being outside. His second owner decided that her home was too close to a busy road and he refused to stay in her house.

We picked him up a week and a half ago. Today was his first day outside and he has been wonderful all day. Every time one of us goes outside, he comes running over to rub against our legs. He even rubs against the dogs legs. And a few of the young pullets have hopped out of their yard and are running loose and he hasn't shown any signs of hunting them. He is still afraid of the goats, but he is getting used to the turkeys.

He's still settling in, but so far things are going great.