Oh to be a lazy cottage cat that sneaks off and secretly puts on little clothes and maybe a little hat and goes off to have little adventures or run little errands in town or have little tea parties with his other cat or animal friends and always return home in time to shed his secret little clothes and bathe in front of the fireplace
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I’m training Baxter how to ‘farm cat’ by taking him with me when I’m working and letting him play. Yesterday’s outing was an hour of cutting brush in the woods up on the ridge. He was very happy and busy clawing his way up trees (about 4 feet high), running along logs and downed branches, and pouncing on fallen leaves. Chance, the border collie, kept a sharp eye on him. Chance will not accept that cats cannot be herded. When we got home the exhaustion of farming* caught up to him, and he napped hard.
* Also he needs to grow into those big ol’ ears, and that’s hard work, too.
Meadow, on the other hand, naps hard after absolutely no exertion whatsoever. She is. Pudding.
[ID: First photo is of a small black and white kitten sleeping in shrimp pose, with his front paws over his face. The second photo is a long-haired dark tabby curled up asleep on a cushion on a bureau.]
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Mom kitty loves attention but I might be a bit much for her sometimes.
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Today's farm cat: Mama Kitty, who is reportedly about 18 years old. She has thumbs.
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i'm back again !! could i rq a cozy farm cat outfit? with warm tones preferably 🫀🐾thank u so much i love your blog endlessly
Such a cute request, also thank you so much!! Had to include Lincoln Logs, they fit the vibe perfectly and they’re a childhood favorite of mine
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How are the barn owls?
Thriving! From what I 've gleaned, he tries not to pay attention to them too much but he is aware they're still there. But the story also has a funny twist. So my father decides enough is enough, he's going to get a barn cat. And I try to talk him out of it, but off he goes to the shelter. And the people there say, we don't have any abandoned ferals that are definite mousers, but here are the cats that are going to be euthanized soon because they haven't found a home and we're a kill shelter so why don't you at least take a look at those.
So he reluctantly takes a look, because my father is not a pet person let alone a cat guy, thinking maybe he can teach it how to keep mice out of the root cellar? And as he's walking the aisle, this fat black and white cat puts his paw against the window and meets his eyes. He said it was like meeting a war buddy you haven't spoken to in twenty years, there's an immediate connection between two souls. Fills out the paperwork and takes him home that night.
And this cat, who was supposed to be a working cat on a farm, instead lives strictly indoors ("There's coyotes outside Urban-homestead, I can't risk my buddy!") and greets my father every day when he comes home from work and so earns his daily treat of wet food. I'm really happy with how it turned out.
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Baisbwisbsi I just want to live in a cottage IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK
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