Monday, December 28, 2009
Fun & Games at WillOaks Farm
The snow and ice are, again, lovely but dangerous. The bad gutter in front of my patio door is magnificent...and a big drag. The poor dog, well, she thinks she's camouflaged but only slightly. And Purrmeister cracks me up then he dives into the cat food bowl, feet and head first. Frankly, he's a really messy eater yet, as most babies are. But standing in the food bowl? That's a first for me.
What I don't have photos of here is the wild time we're having chasing mice all around the house these days. You see, when surrounded by corn fields, and then there is a harvest, well, the mice tend to migrate to warmer places looking for food...like in my house! Truly a 3 ring circus here right now. Mariah is an amazing huntress BUT never goes for the kill. She catches them, gently carries them to another part of the house, sets them down and ZOOM, off the little rodents run to start the chase all over again. It's a perpetual motion machine that changes from room to room....
Feeding time tonight: Red and Purrmeister are all ready for their bowls, meowing at my feet. I call Mariah, as usual, to join us. She shows up, all righty, with that blasted mouse in her mouth, again. This time, it's set down in the kitchen and dashes under the stove--safely out of reach of the cats. But it was like magnetic attraction: all three noses were pointing intently at the stove, frozen in time and space and all thoughts of eating were forgotten. What a tableau! I can pretty much count on lots of action until these rodents either die or are killed...and the cats? "Just doing our job, ma'am!"