Two days of WIND!
And more WIND!
And cold!
BRRRR!
But no rain or snow here on the farm, which all of us say
YAY!
Mom says: “Look, the mountains are white! YAY! White is good!”
Let it stay in the mountains, please.
We like plain ol’ dirt!
WAIT!!!
The SNOW CAME!!!
Oh! Yes! It DID!!!
TLC, Boo Berry, and Hobbie Hobbs
Thursday, we had to run! YIKES!
Because there was BIG stuff in the yard!
RUN!!!
HIDE!
RUN!!
Mellow Yellow Hobbs
TLC-Cai-Cai
and myself, Boo Berry, Betty were born in January. One in the middle of January and the other at the end.
Since Mellow Yellow Hobbs came to us at the very First of January, Mom said we are (ALL) celebrating our birthdays TODAY!
Yes, it’s February—-Mom got sorta, kinda, sidetracked with
COWS!
SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY and Happy GOT ’Ya Day Today!
Boo Berry,
TLC, and
Hobbs
Finally, I think we are making headway!
TLC is settling down to not be so mean.
Mr. Hobbs is Mellow! Real Mellow. So Dad is now calling him Mellow Yellow.
I tried it out—Mellow Yellow Hobbs. I guess it will work.
After all, TLC and I have LONG names: TLC Cai-Cai,
and Boo Berry Betty
So why not Mellow Yellow Hobbs Brown?
So, there ya have it. We are making headway—
which is good, because now that the cows are gone, Dad has started the winter farm repair/maintenance work.
Boo Berry
Despite being thrown away.
Despite not knowing how to eat and not finding anything to eat for days and days and days
Despite being locked in Dad’s shed until my backbone met my tummy
Despite TLC
I am finally! Finally Home!
Life is good!
I have hoomans in my life again.
I have a dog I can love again!
All the food I want to eat
Whenever I want to eat it.
A lap to lie on
Mom to brush and pet me
A soft bed to sleep on
I get to go outside!!! Mom says I must have never gone outside in all my many years of my former life, because I don’t know how to use the big outdoors kitty box. I have to come in and use the inside kitty box.
No matter! Everything is good now.
I’m home!
Mr. Hobbs (Hobbs for short)
I! DO! NOT! GET! IT! Mom says I have to be NICE!!! N!I!C!E!
Really!
“Yes, TLC, Really!” Mom picked me up and gave me kisses all over my face and on my nose. I gave Mom Kitty love eyes, then I SAAAASED at Mom!
NO! I! DO! NOT!
“Why not?” asked Boo Berry, “Mr. Hobbs is really nice.”
BE! CAUSE! I! WANT! TO! BE! THE! ONLY! CAT!!!
TLC
(This is a huge work in progress. TLC is continually mad. (We are making headway, but oh, is, it, slow), Mr. Hobbs is quiet, sweet, loves pets, and has picked Dad as his person. It should work out. But so far —- not so much.)
Well, Mr Hobbs has picked! And this works out for all of us!
TLC, Boo Berry, and Mr. Hobbs
Meet Mr. Hobbs! Someone dumped him off around Christmas.
He is a much older cat than TLC.
It took me a spell to get him, but we have him now.
No, TLC does NOT like him! Although they don’t fight. TLC has his nose out of joint and is very mad at me. I have to work to share my time between all three of them.
It was because of Boo Berry (Mr. Hobbes loves Dogs!) that I got Mr. Hobbes. But once Mr. Hobbes came into the house, then the Green Jellybean came out in Boo Berry.
Any advice or help you can offer to make this work for all of us would be greatly appreciated.
Our granddaughter in Alaska says she is taking Mr. Hobbs back with her in May. She adores him. (Maybe he will become an Alaska Air Force Cat!)
Until then, he is ours.
Advice please.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
WHEW! The celebrations are over!
(Hope your Christmas was the very best!)
TLC and Boo Berry
Mom has been having adventures without Boo and me.
I can’t say I really wanted to be with her on those treks.
First, two of the cows on the place figured out how to jump into the dry canal, and scrabble out onto the other side—which happens to belong to someone else.
Then they ran here and there and everywhere.
The Rancher’s Wife came down to help—horse and three cow dogs. In about 20 minutes, the cows were up, the gates secure, the horse and dogs loaded up and headed up the road to home.
Mom says Cow Horses and Cow Dogs are amazing to watch. And the rancher, herself.
Then the next morning, one of the horses that lives with us. Decided she needed a boyfriend and jumped clear over the fence into the cows.
Guess what —No Boyfriend there.
That took Mom to walk T’Atat and LaVerne into the barn/corral and Dad to come behind with Glory.
Of course, nothing is ever E.A.S.Y, but still everyone got in and fed and watered—whew!
I heard Mom and Dad talking about everything when they came into the house.
I told Boo Berry what they said. Boo Berry…our fearsome, Austrian Shepherd sighed with relief, “I’m so glad, I’m not a cow dog.”
I just stared at her. Really, I thought. Your breed IS cow dog.
Oh, well.
TLC
Life on a Colorado Farm 