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Last summer we had one female cat here on the farm, and she had one litter of kittens out in the barn. They weren't found until Everett came back from his dad's, and by then they were a good size, but he tamed all five of them and now they come right up to the house, prance around the dogs, and sit under my birdfeeders with their whiskers twitching.
Alice is the spitting image of the wild tomcat that I first spotted in the garden before we moved over here. He had an entire saddle of matted fur on his back and you couldn't get near him. This winter he's been in the tractor shed with the cat herd, but makes himself scarce the minute you go in there. He seems to think that if he hides, you won't know he's there.
The kittens were all given names that start with an A, so in the years to come we might be able to remember how old they are. Besides Alice, there's Ace, black as a spade in the card deck, and Ash, a grey tabby. Don't ask me what happened to the other two kittens; something got them, obviously. That's the life of a barn cat. They have total freedom, but with it comes the danger of coyotes and foxes and heaven knows what else.
We should have several litters of kittens around here this spring.
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To make this page download quickly for family members still using dialup, I've changed the settings so that only one entry shows on each page. Alas, now my lists of favourite blogs extend far beneath the end of the one entry, most days. And this bugs me.
I've been trying to ignore it, but that can only go on so long. I know myself; eventually I'll slash and burn, and that list will be drastically shortened. Which I will hate, because how can I pick and choose? I love all the blogs that are listed there.
Even the one written by someone I can hardly stand. (No, it's not you. The writer of that blog is far too self-absorbed ever to read someone else's.) That's right, I read the blog of someone I am sure would make my teeth ache were we to meet in person. I like the photos and the extensive text about a life that seems to be well lived, though the writer has obviously never received the kick in the ass that might have improved the personality. The writer is condescending, arrogant ...
Well enough about that. How often do you hear me say something "bad" about anybody? It's a slippery slope I'd best stay away from.
Needless to say, I'll have no problem deleting the link to that blog.
Anyway, if the link to your blog disappears (has disappeared; I started deleting links right after saving this entry) from that list, now you know the reason why. And also, that I have probably signed up to "Follow" your blog so that I will be notified of your new entries in another way, though it's less convenient for me to keep up with your exciting life via the Follow feature.
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Aunt Reta sent this video about peeling potatoes:
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7375897927147969009#
It stars the actress who played Maryanne on Gilligan's Island.
Hey Kate, have I made the first cut?!? LOL
ReplyDeleteThat dialup sure does change the way things work, it does. We were on dialup for years and years. I tricked Rogers into letting us have high speed by round-a-bout means, because we couldn't get an account here, even though the signal worked just fine.
Maggie,
ReplyDeleteYour link is gone, alas, the only reason being that I receive a notification privately via email whenever you update, so don't need to see your link come to the top of the list on the page.
I still want to share your excellent writing with friends who read my blog, though, so maybe from time to time I'll have to include excerpts and a link within my daily entry.
There is far more cutting to do, too. I'm going to delete links to blogs that rarely update, like my sister Joan's. Fortunately she too sends me a notify on the days she updates, so I won't miss anything going on in her life.
Ah, such is life, hare today, gone tomorrow as the old joke goes. LOL
ReplyDeleteCheers, Maggie
Kate, You know.. you could cut mine.. I have it set to post to Facebook... so you can catch it there... If that would help?
ReplyDeleteAs long as no one takes it personally, because I hate to hurt anyone's feelings. And if your entries are being posted to Facebook, that's great!
ReplyDeleteAh, country living. Wish it could be me most days, even with all those cats.
ReplyDeletePeople still have dial up? I had no idea.
My aunt and sister both still have it, though they could get high speed. It's just a matter of wanting it bad enough to take the leap. Up till Oct 2009, I still had dialup too.
ReplyDeleteYou don't ever say bad things about people - this must be some arrogant blogger!
ReplyDeleteYep. Not a very nice person ... but the blog is good.
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