Chapter Six
After my horrible scare.
And a long, long, long nap in the house.
I decided it was time to get busy on the farm.
I meowed at the door until Mom came and let me out.
Then I headed to the corrals.
Mice…Yum. I need to find mice.
So, I searched here and there and everywhere.
Shoot.
Nothing.
Hummm
But there ARE birds!
BIRDS!
I have to be careful because, if MOM FINDS OUT she will yell at me.
I have to be very, very, sneaky…
S.n.e.a.k.y—-
“Mindy! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Mom yelled at me.
When Mom yelled all the birds flew off.
Mom left and went into the house and left me outside. Well, to be honest, I didn’t want to go inside.
I — and it’s cold.
Oh. This feels nice. Sunshine on the garage door.
Purrrrrr I’ll hang out here for a while.
PURRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Just as I was about to slip into a deep, deep sleep
“MINDY! WAKE-UP!”
My eyes jerked awake, but my mind didn’t.
I saw a squirrel, no I saw TWO squirrels.
Once I realized I saw TWO squirrels my mind woke-up.
“Stewart, Stanley, what’s up?”
“Come to the woodpile and play with us,” Stewart exclaimed.
“Boomer isn’t here,
but you are –let’s go scamper all over the woodpile together. Don’t you think it’s time you had fun instead of always patrolling the farmyard?” Stanley asked me.
I pondered for a spell, a little spell.
“YES! Let’s go.” I replied.
Off we went, around the corner of the barn, passed the fenced off equipment, (to keep the cows from rubbing on them), and On to the WOOD PILE.
We ran, we jumped, we hid and then chased each other…up down, under around.
We were just getting a tad tired when DAD showed up.
Scram! The squirrel brothers were gone!
I also scrammed running toward Dad so I could get a pet or two.
Purrrr, roll in the dirt, purr, happiness.
Life on a Colorado Farm 
Busy, busy Mindy. Looking for mice…looking for birds…looking for squirrels…looking for Dad. It’s always something. And, Boomie watches all.
Hugs, Mama!
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Thank you for the hugs, sometimes it seems I really need them 🙂
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*more hugs* ❤ ❤ ❤
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Thank you so much, I had a rough morning, this helps.
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You OK?
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Hugs from me too!
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Thank you!
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Charlee: “You can’t go wrong with birds, when mice aren’t available.”
Chaplin: “Yes, just remind your mom, birds are basically mice with wings.”
Charlee: “And feathers.”
Chaplin: “And without the round ears.”
Charlee: “Or the long tails.”
Chaplin: “Well, I mean, some birds have long tails.”
Charlee: “Okay true. But those birds live in the jungle, mostly.”
Chaplin: “Anyway just remember: Birds are mice with feathers, clawed feet, and beaks.”
Charlee: “That sing.”
Lulu: “Now you guys are just rambling.”
Chaplin: “We can’t help it. We love talking about birds.”
Charlee: “And mice!”
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I UNDERSTAND!!! Mindy
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Broken hearts take time to heal…lots of time. Boomer was so handsome…thank you for the memory picture. Big hug
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I hope your heart is mending some. Hugs to you and Thank you for the BIG Hug!
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Mindy is always busy! I wonder why cats always like to roll in dirt! We have a feral kitty…we see its tracks but not it:)
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I don’t know, but she sure gets herself dirty
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Glad you had a fun day playing in the sun :-).
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With out being SCARED!!! Mindy
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Hey Mindy …lovely to see you running about. And rolling around for pats ..
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I love dirt in my fur. Mom not so much! 🙂 Mindy
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