“Oh, honey.” I said. “I think they are way out in the field.” Kupa looked out across the prairies. It seemed to far.
Minty bleated from in the barn wondering aloud why the camo kittens would not play with her.
She put on her best smile but they didn’t notice.
“The Duke of Kupa is at it again,” says Daisy. One can only describe her voice as laconic. Even a trifle bored. Almost Owlish.
“I don’t think you are supposed to call a Duke pretty, miss c.” he said.
“Oh, sorry Duke of Kupa, your Esteemed Splendidness. You are very handsome in a colourful flamboyant kind of way.”
OK, says Kupa. Then pauses but he has nothing more to add. He folds his feathers in order and packs them neatly back into a tail and off he strolls. Attempting nonchalance. Lou Lou the ginger kitten wacks the longest trailing feathers with his tiny tiny paw, but Kupa does not notice. Or maybe he does and chooses not to let on. He has his dignity to maintain you know.
Good morning. We have children coming out today for a Farmy Field Trip so everyone is all aflutter with the excitement of it all. It is cold and was meant to snow but didn’t. Maybe it is too cold to snow. Ah well. Maybe next time.
I hope you all have a lovely Friday/Saturday.