Marmalade poses as Dennis the Menace

Marmalade, your wee puss, raised  by hand since he was only a couple of weeks old,  is a horror. He seldom touches the floor, preferring to zoom about the room flying from chairs to tables to couch to sideboard, leaving a  frothy broken tide of disaster in his wake and trailing wild dogs and cats behind him. No-one can go to bed until I put him back in the basement. He is the terrible christmas toy. The loud drunk at the party.  The loud mouthed teenager. Dennis the Menace. He is a thief and a robber, always on the bench gnawing at anything left out. Leaps onto the table when we are eating. Eats the dogs food while the dogs are still eating it. Pounces from a great height onto anyone and anything.  Every time a door opens he is lined up and through it, whether it is inside or outside or the toilet. No wastepaper basket is safe. No cupboard left unscathed. Every basket of laundry has him in it. Every time I throw the blankets across the bed to make it, he is under them. Every load of dishes in the dishwasher has to be checked for the cats tail as he licks the cutlery clean. He is a horror.

Look at him pretending to be just the sweetest kitty. We have raised a monster. And I don’t know about you but if butter does not melt in a mouth there is something very wrong going on. Just adorable our bad kitty is.

Tui, the most inquisitive of the two peahens was eating out my hand today.

Though I was wearing gloves or this would have been a scary exercise. Have you seen how sharp their beaks are?

The temperatures came up above freezing, so the dogs and I went for a walk.  No wind. But my face was burning with cold.

The creek that is really a ditch.

What can you do. Dogs love walks.

My afternoons are filled with trolling through all the winter posts, looking for just the right ones to supplement the little Winter on the Farmy book.  So I love the walks too.

Sheila was well and happy this morning, she ate her vegetables and we had a chat, she had a massage then she was happy to wave us off and go back to her deep warm bed. Do you remember when we took Charlotte in to be bred, it took almost two weeks for her to ovulate so I am not concerned yet.  At least with this farmer I can visit every day and maintain the connection with my big fat pig. I am feeling positive.

Good morning.

I hope you all have a lovely day.

Your friend on the farm

celi