Resolution #1...Day 1

Everyone should have a helper as beautiful (handsome) as Mosey.

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There's a backstory here: This gorgeous kitty was left at the farm in a carrier with a plea for a home, but was clearly NOT a farm cat. Just look at him. I brought him home, hoping to integrate him into our little cat family, but that's not working either, so he has become our official sunroom/studio cat. He's an absolute lovebug. He is very meek; though he loves people, he's scared to death of other cats. I would relinquish him to a loving home, if I knew he'd be an only pet, just to give him the run of the house and laps to sit on. If you know of such a place, please let me know. Until then, he's our two-room kitty. He was going to be named Annie (as in Little Orphan...), but when we had him checked out at the vet, he wasn't a she. He is a healthy, beautiful, neutered boy. So his new name is Moses, having been left in his "basket". But he's kind-of sweet...so we call him Mosey.

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I began the new box-sorting regimen today. It occurred to me that the contents of those boxes are full of stories, so I decided to pick one interesting object from the detritus to write about each day as I nurture this new habit. Today's choice follows in the next blog (I want to include a photo.)

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Just one note before I go: though you'd think the process of drying out the goats for birthing would be easy, they all stop lactating at different rates. And since they are used to eating a hefty portion of grain when they're milked, they REALLY,REALLY want to go to the milking stand. So the dry goats rush the gate every time I call for a milking goat. I was mauled by rioting goaties tonight. ATTICA! ATTICA! I was pummelled, knocked about, bitten and marauded. My goatie girls have become gorilla girls. It's ROUGH out there. Luckily, I only expect one or two more visits before they're all on hold until kidding time, and eat together as a herd again. WOW.