Long Whiskers

Have you noticed that kittens have a full set of really long whiskers.

Not like us older cats, our whiskers all torn and shortened with time.

We must be careful not to step all over the young ones dreams, they leave them lying all over the place. They have not learned to hide them like us older felines with our grizzled whiskers.

What is that quote?

The bigger pigs were taken out to a field of their own yesterday. That was a circus. There is no herding pigs. They immediately seperate like a smashing watermelon dropped from a great height. Following their own noses. They eventually make it though. Moving pigs is a lesson in patience. 

Aunty Anna has dog leg whiskers. 

It is Michaels last day today. He spent yesterday finishing up the big thistles in this field. The cows were very interested in their new mechanical friend when it ran out of gas out there. 

Fleeing the scene.

Tuesday, the ginger kitten, is well named. But the tabby has been Mischief, Trouble, Brave Boy, and is lately The Menace. He will find his name soon. Lovely whiskers.

“Tread softly lest you tread on my dreams”.

                                                               Yeats

There it is – I knew that quote would come to me if I thought about something else for a while.

I have such big dreams they get stepped on all the time. Hence the sensible shorter whiskers I suppose.

I hope you have a lovely day.

Love celi

WEATHER: Perfect for Michaels travel day.