The Adventures of Mindy on Friday— Adjusting, Sorta, Kinda, Friday, February 26, 2021

I’m adjusting.

Sorta.

Kinda.

I really don’t like that kitten.  He wants to pounce on me ALL THE TIME.

Which, does NOT go over, Thank you very much.

“SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”  With teeth bared and my claws out.

(Although, I know not to really hurt that thing.  I always look at Mom or Dad to show them I am just being the boss.)

Anyway.  I still live my life as if TLC Cai-Cai doesn’t exist.

I do lots of hunting.

I bring mice to Mom so she can have one with me…

although I eat them, she just pets me and tells me what an excellent job I do.

 

I sleep in the house on MY chair, have great kitty snacks, a drink of milk, now and again. And toast by the fire.

All this is good.

And—

When Dad is outside (which is lots of time)

I make sure I am WITH him!

Dad says I am the perfect helper.

I think so too!

Mindy Min-Min Cat

The Adventures of Mindy on Friday—-DID I ASK FOR THIS? Friday, February 12, 2021

I don’t believe it!

I didn’t ask for this!

A dog friend maybe, but NOT A BABY!!

Come on, Mom?

What gives?

Sigh!

Well, I guess a baby is what gives.  It’s taking me a little spell to get used to this thing.

I’ve finally got myself figured out…I still love Mom and Dad.  I still come in a eat and lay around on the sofa and my bed, but if that KID decides to play with me.

I get up and leave!

 

I make Mom or Dad let me outside.

Then outside I follow my Mom and Dad around

but inside…

huff, huff…

I haven’t gotten used to having a KID around again.

Mindy

(Stay tuned for more information about this little twirp.  I guess he also gets his own, ADVENTURES on Friday posts. Sigh)

A Mindy Adventure Story—Life Goes On, Friday, February 5, 2021 Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

There is a sadness Mom and I feel,

each and every day.

Sometimes one of us thinks we see

Boomer Beaglie Brown, but alas he is not there.

Although, I know something Mom really doesn’t know.

Boomer isn’t very far away.

Mom said she wonders if we animals live with the gift of ‘seeing’ and ‘knowing’ the other side.

Because of that knowing it isn’t so very hard for us to slip on over,

although, having to leave our furry bodies can be a tad rough.

Outside, where I truly like to live, it is still winter.

Some days the sun warms everything up nicely, somedays the heavy snow takes the joy from the warm.

Mice are still abundant.  Mice are my favorite food. They never really seem to become sparse, although I do work at keeping them thinned out.

The coyotes are terribly brave.  They come yipping and yapping in the yard, running down the farm road, they know our farm is just air and darkness, at night.

They know we are dog-less.

I weary of the coyotes, as does Mom.

Still, Life Goes On, the wind continues to blow, sometimes soft, sometimes a gale.

The moonlight filters through the tree branches, making the shadows look like cobwebs.

I feel and know that Boomer is here.  Maybe not all the time, maybe not as much as he once was, for sure not like he was before he passed over the Rainbow Bridge, but still here.

Boomer, Mom, and I love you.  We really do.  Thank you for coming to help me.  Your rare gifts of protection have been proof that you are here.

Thank you, my beagle dog-friend.

Thank you.

(Shamelessly stolen off the internet)

Mindy Min-Min Brown

February 4, 2021

A Mindy Adventure Story—Life Goes On, Friday, January 29, 2021 Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

 

I was out doing my ‘stuff’.

Here

There

Everywhere

When I had to pause and really listen

“MINDY!!! MINDY It is getting dark!  You need to come in now!”  Mom called from a long way off.

“MINDY!”

I ignored her.  I’ve been trapped in the house for a couple of days now, because of the big cold snow storm we had.  I’m tired of the house.

So, on I went.

Here and there and just everywhere I could think of.

It was getting dark.

Even DARK!  But I didn’t care.  There was so much to do out here and I wanted to do it.

I was just heading around the Butler Bins, where Dad stores grain, when

OH! NO!

OH NO!


RUN! I thought RUN!

I turned as fast as I could and ducked UNDER the feed grinder, then slithered my way past the tractor shed.

Up toward the

OPEN GROUND!!!

I looked back… so far so good.

MOM!

DAD! LET ME IN!

That’s when I heard: COYOTES YAPPING

Oh, MY HEAVENS!!!
MEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!
MOM!!!!

I was standing there yowling for Mom or Dad when suddenly

Out of nowhere streaked

FREDDY FOX!!!

He came from down the long-lane to the house, dashing past the chicken house and right on through the farm YARD!

ZOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Then I heard…. yipping and yapping and in the distance the bark of Freddy.

It sounded like Freddy was leading them away.

OH, FREDDY THANK YOU SO MUCH! I mentally yelled.

THANK YOU!

Right at the moment, the door opened and I dashed into the house.

Whew!

 

That was close!

A Mindy Adventure Story—Life Goes On, Friday, January 22, 2021 Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

BOOMER!  You were here!  You came!  I knew you would!  I just knew it!

You aren’t gone.  You are here!

YAY!

Let’s Play!

“Wait, Mindy.  Wait.  Why did you need me?”  Boomer’s voice came into my mind very loudly.

“Oh, Beaglie….it’s been so hard.  Everyone wants to know where you are and what happened I’m having to tell them and it has been hard. And I don’t want to tell Oreo or Freddy and his Mom Fox I don’t know what to do and I am concerned and I don’t want to have to tell anyone anymore that you are gone. OH! BOOMER!  Mom and I miss you SOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!”  My thoughts wailed out into the nether world.

I could see Boomer look at me.

“I will help,” Boomer mentally replied.  After which he was gone.

So, I went hunting.

Hunting helps me.

I decided mice would be the perfect solution to take my mind off MISSING BOOMER!

I hunted here

And There

And every Where.

No, mice.

Still, just moving around looking around was a good thing.

The night was starting to come on.

I was rather late heading back into the house when suddenly out of the darkness came

OREO!

OREO!!!!!

I started to run, but Oreo ran right toward me.

I cringed down, trying to make myself small.  If I get sprayed Mom will NOT be happy.

 

Oreo came at full run…then skidded right to a stop….right in front of me…looking me right in the eye.

“Hey, Cat!  I just heard—Boomer has traveled over the Rainbow Bridge. GONE!  GONE!!!”

“yes,” I meekly replied. “gone.”

“OH! NO!”  Oreo turned and ran off heading off into the dark night.

I sat down and stunned.

“BOOMER!” I called in my mind.

THANK YOU!  Oreo knows.  He is sad, just like all of us.  Thank you for letting Oreo know.  I just couldn’t do it.”

MEOWWWWWWWWWWW YEOWLLLLLLLL

 

A Mindy Adventure Story— Chapter Nine, Life Goes On, Friday, January 15, 2021

Chapter Nine

I hopped up on the windows sill to ponder this whole sad mess.

It was about the time I was feeling most discouraged when I saw

Boomer following Mom to the house.

I sat up and MEOWED “BOOMER! YOU ARE BACK!”

I kept meowing and meowing.  I ran to the back door and meowed some more.

“Mindy Sue-Lou, what is up?  Why are you so agitated?”  Mom asked me after she came in from outside.

“COME TO THE BACK DOOR!  BOOMER IS OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW!  He followed you to the house.  COME, MOM!”

Mom put on her coat and opened the back door for her and me to go outside.

“It’s dark, Mindy.  Are you sure you really want to go outside?”

YES! YES!  Hurry, MOM!  Boomer is outside!

Mom and I made a mad dash out the door.

We looked all around.

Everywhere.

I would walk a little and wait for Mom. If she didn’t come, I meowed at her.

We looked at lots of places.

Sigh!

Nothing.

Mom and I went back into the house.

I headed back to my window.

Boomer WAS out there I know it!

BOOMER! I yelled mentally to the Rainbow Bridge. If you were out there please show me. Make it real!

I need to see you again!

I need help! BOOMER!!!

Meanwhile, right outside the kitchen window

 

 

 

 

 

A Mindy Adventure Story—Life Goes On, Friday, January 8, 2021 Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

It’s been a nice two weeks.

I’ve made sure the mice are at bay

Scared off a few birds

Patrolled the whole farmyard every day, more than twice a day

And even found Dad’s tire jacket laying on the ground

Just perfect for me to play hide and seek in.

Hide the Mindy

Run out

Run back in…jump on it to hear the crackle

Run away

What a blast!

Then yesterday, Black Beauty and Loki showed up.

“Hey, Mindy!  Where is Boomer?  I haven’t seen him for a very long time” Black Beauty woofed at me.

“Yes, Where IS Boomer?” Loki echoed

Their question just stopped me in my tracks.

“You don’t know, Black Beauty?  You came every day to visit Boomer.”

“Yes, yes, I did.  But then Mom stopped bringing me. Where is Boomer, it would be good to play with him again.  To go sniffing around the farmyard seeing who and what has passed through.”

“ME TOO!”  Loki yelled.  “I haven’t seen Boomer since July when I was here last.  Tell him to come out and play.”

I just stared at them.

They don’t know.

They really don’t know.

It shocks me how many love Boomer and are missing him.

Geez.

I sat down, wrapped my tail around my feet, cleared my throat—and began.

Afterward, Black Beauty just hung her head and walked over to her Mom’s car and sat waiting for her Mom to come out.

Loki just looked at me with a huge stunned look on his face.

“But he was HEALTHY in July!  Healthy!” Loki sputtered.

“I know. In October he wasn’t healthy.  And he left us. Mom cried for days.

I tried not to cry.  But there are times when the whole farm just seems lonely.”

“Wow, I can imagine,” Loki exclaimed. “Gosh, it just doesn’t seem right.”

“No, it doesn’t.” I agreed.

About that time Loki’s Mom and Black Beautys’ Mom came to the back door.

“What’s wrong with Black Beauty?” Black Beauty’s Mom asked.

“Gosh, she acts like she is afraid you are going to leave her.” Loki’s Mom replied.

I just looked at both of them.  People just never really understand animals, I thought.

My Mom walked out with Shannon and Misty; stooped down and picked me up.

We watch everyone get into the car and drive off.

“I’ll bet you had to tell Boomer’s friends about Boomer, didn’t you, Min-Min.” Mom said while she petted me.

We stayed there a short while.

Then Mom sat me down and I went back to work.

Mom headed into the house.

Boomer’s friends. I thought.  How many more do I have to tell. How many friends are Boomer’s friends who don’t know?

Let me count— Freddy Fox,

Oreo the Skunk,

Freddy’s Mom (Shudder),

all the Raccoons…

OH, PLEASE DO NOT MAKE ME TELL THE COYOTES!!! I yowled up into the sky.

I don’t even want to tell the fox family, or Oreo, or the raccoons…

I DO NOT WANT TO TELL THEM! I wailed.

PLEASE, Boomer, Help!

I ran as hard as I could toward the log pile and screeched my plea to the heavens.

PLEASE HELP!

 

Firewood—- Sunday, December 27, 2020

We had help

Creating firewood

Our granddaughter, Linkin, and our youngest daughter, Linkin’s Mom, Misty.

They helped us split

and stack

Making short work of a huge load.

Nice!

(I’ll bet you are wondering, if and when we are ever going to get done with the semi-load of firewood.

We are wondering the same thing 🙂  )

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

A Mindy Adventure Story—Life Goes On, Friday, December 18, 2020 Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

I have been helping Mom and Dad.  They are cutting and hauling wood.

I go out and hang around while Dad runs that LOUD thing that cuts the logs.

Sometimes I jump on the big woodpile to see if any mice run out.

They don’t.

Then Mom and Dad haul the wood and I stay in the corrals.  There ARE mice in the corrals.

I was hanging out in the corrals searching here and there after Mom and Dad stopped for the day.

It was growing dark

I forgot about growing dark time.

When SUDDENLY out of nowhere

THE OWL CAME gliding down and lit right in front of me!

I FROZE

“STOP RIGHT THERE, CAT!!!  NOW!”

I stopped.

I was already stopped.

I was frozen.

There was no way I was going to move.

I was trying to move, but I couldn’t.

“I am not going to hurt you. Get that through your head.  I just want information.”

The owl fluffed her feathers this way and that, settling down right beside me.

“My name is Ruth!” the owl announced.  “Boomer was my very best dog friend.  We had lots of adventures together.  I want to know if the rumors I am hearing are true.”

I just stared at the Owl, Ruth.  My eyes must have been bigger than my face, my tongue was frozen in my mouth, I couldn’t talk.

“Come on, Cat. As soon as you tell me, I’m out of here.”

Yeah, right, and you grab me on the way out.  I thought to myself.

I just stared at—-Ruth.

“I WILL NOT EAT YOU!” Ruth yelled at me. “I WILL NOT!”

I squatted down, trying to make myself tiny.  Oh, maybe that isn’t a good idea.  I FLUFFED myself up, trying to make myself big.

“Stop it,” Ruth tiredly commanded. “Just tell me about Boomer.”

She glared at me with her big round eyes.

I started to shake and shiver.

“Okay, here is a deal.  You tell me.  I continue to sit right here, I won’t move. You run as fast as you can away from me and hide.  Then I will fly away.  And only then.”

“You can’t leave, you know,” Ruth announced.  “I can get you before you even think about moving your paws.  So, tell me about Boomer.  Once I know the truth, you can run off and I will let you go.  You really don’t have a choice.”  Ruth stated flatly.  “You have NO CHOICE!”  She emphasized.

I stared and stared.  Ruth was right.  I didn’t have a choice.

So, I told her.  Everything.  The whole sad story.

I was very shocked to see big tears rolling down Ruth’s face.

“You really did care about our Beaglie?”  I asked.

“Yes.  He was the most special mutt.  He really cared about the farm and all the animals on the farm. He was my friend.”

“Where is his grave, cat?” Ruth asked sadly.

I told her.

She lifted herself up and silently flapped away.

She didn’t even try to eat me.

She didn’t even let me get away.

She just left.

Off I ran!

Later on, that night, as I sat on Mom’s lap; Mom told Dad that she (Mom) saw a marvelous wonder.  An owl was sitting on the giant tree stumps covering Boomer’s gravesite.

Ruth, I thought.  She really is an owl of her word.