A Mindy Adventure Story—Life Goes On, Friday, December 4, 2020

Chapter Five

I am terrified of owls. Terrified!  I don’t like hawks, I don’t like crows, or ravens, and the over-head fan in the house, when it comes to

OWLS I AM BEYOND SCARED.

Mom wonders if it is because I was attacked one — by an owl.

See my lip?

I wasn’t born this way.  It is NOT a natural hair lip.  Mom even asked the vet and she agreed that I have a huge hurt on my lip.  And I wasn’t born with it.

I would tell them if I could, but of course, the people can’t understand cat.

Mom doesn’t know when it happened, or how old I was when it happened because by the time I decided to live with Mom and Dad I was between 4-5 years old and the hurt had long healed.

But I can tell you…. I was a young cat.  Merrily going about my everyday life in the wilds, when I was almost snatched up by and Owl; dinner I was supposed to be.

As for how my lip was torn, I can’t say.  The whole thing was terribly frightening and scary and it all hurt—-later, when I was back in my hidey-hole the pain was terrible.

I have scars on my back and on my tummy, which fit perfectly with claws.  Yes, they do!

They are faded now, but there are little ridges when the scars healed; a reminder of GETTING AWAY!

Mom says it must have happened just as I was leaving my hidey-hole. Mom and Dad have to let me stand and stare and stare and stare outside before I feel safe to go outside.

I look this and then that, then up and I try to peer under everything BEFORE I step one foot outside.

Mom and Dad are RIGHT!

I dash back inside the same way…very carefully!  Entrances are danger zones!

I went merrily out of my hidey-hole on my way to get a drink of water and maybe a mouse or two.

It was just starting to get grey outside, grey as in light, when very silently, very suddenly I was grabbed up, lifted high in the sky. I started screaming and clawing and wiggling with all my might.

I must have worked because I fell. Down, down, down (even today I don’t like being picked up and flung onto a shoulder).

I landed in the brush; in a world, I didn’t know. I hurt all over, my mouth was bleeding and the pain was unreal.

It took me a long time to drag myself into a safe spot.  Then it took me a long time to get to the place I could go get water.  After that, it took me an even longer time to get to the place where I could catch a mouse or two.

By the time I figured out the new area I lived in I figured out MOM and DAD lived close by.

Now you know why I am so afraid of OWLS.

So, I waited in the canal.  I could still hear that Owl…” Hey, cat!  Come on out.  I just want to know about Boomer.  I’m Ruth, I won’t hurt you.  Just tell me about Boomer.”

NO WAY! If I talk to the owl she will know where I am.

“MINDY!  KITTY-KITTY-KITTY.”

MOM!  Mom is outside.  I will with all my might for Mom to come over to the canal.

COME HERE, MOM!  COME HERE!  I don’t dare leave or make a sound because RUTH is in the old Willow tree.

“MINDY!”

I hear Mom’s footsteps getting closer.

Suddenly I see through the dry grass I’m hiding in,  the big grey owls rise up off the branches of the old Willow tree and silently fly into the sky toward the Upper End.

MOM! I bound out of the canal

and run toward Mom.

Mom reaches down and picks me up for a wonderful safe cuddle.

Oh, Mom.  I Love you. I purr.  You are a lifesaver.

Then I squirm forcing Mom to put me down.

I’m so happy I give myself a big roll in the dirt.

Off I go…I have things to do and

A MOUSE to eat!

 

 

 

 

 

A Mindy Adventure Story—Life Goes On, Friday, November, 27, 2020 Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Every day is just another day.

I patrol the farm constantly.

Working hard to keep Mom and Dad safe.

And those hens.

They are such silly girls; it is really hard to keep them safe.

I’ve tried.

Boomer always checked out the hen house and made sure the hens were safe so I tried to do the same thing also.

Let me tell you, it is just too hard.

I don’t think they have a brain in their heads.

So, I only go to the hen house now when they are NOT IN the hen house.

That way I can keep the hen house SAFE!

Yes, SAFE!  You know there are MICE who like to live in the hen house and eat chicken food.

I make sure the mice become MY Food!

Anyway,

If Dad is outside I always,

I mean always,

Go to Dad and get Kitty pets and Kitty Rubs and Kitty Pick Up and Carries.

Sure, is nice.

After a while I make Dad let me down and I head off doing Mouse patrol.

Well, it was any day just like any other day….oh, not really, it was more any evening like any evening

WHEN

Suddenly two grey ghosts flew right past me; landing in the very Ancient Willow Tree.

I flung myself to the ground when they flew past.

Then I heard HOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOO WHOOOOOOO

OWLS!

OWLS! EAT! CATS!!!  I started to bolt away when one of the owls silently lifted out of the tree and headed in my direction.

I ran as fast as I could to the, now empty canal, dove under the grass hanging over the side of the now-empty canal just in the nick of time, as I felt the swoosh of feathers passing over me.

 

 

 

 

A Mindy Adventure Story—Life Goes On, Friday, November 20, 2020

Chapter Three

 

After a good night’s sleep on my chair that I adore, I decided it was time to head outdoors.

Being inside is good, keeps me from getting cold feet, and cold fur, but I get tired of inside.

MEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.  I yelled at Mom, who was fixing breakfast. MMEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOWWW!

“Geez,” Dad exclaimed, getting up from his place by the woodstove. “What is it, Mindy?   Oh. You want out.  Okay, out you go.”

Out I went, running as fast as I could through the door, ear flat, tail flat.  Then I stopped.

It is cold still. Mist everywhere. Not only cold, damp.

Okay, that’s how it is…I’m not going back inside I need to go see if there are any mice anywhere.

Hmmm

I wonder about the hayfield.  I haven’t been there for several days.

Off I went, the mist just starting to burn off as the sun grew warmer.

Okay…

Hum

Looking

Looking

“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!”

What the heck…?

“YEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!”

My goodness!  I looked all around me trying to figure out what I was hearing.

“HEY CAT!”

I looked up on top of the power pole

HAWK!

Oh! My Goodness…HAWK!

“Don’t worry, Cat.” The hawk yelled down to me. “I’m full.  I had breakfast a short while ago. I just heard the news. Boomer has left the farm for the Rainbow Bridge. Is that true?”

I sat down and peered up at the hawk who was peering down at me— “Yes, my wonderful friend, Boomer lives over the Rainbow Bridge now.” I answered.

“Gosh, this is sad news,” Hawk replied. “Sad news!

I used to see him checking out the news all over the farm.

We would visit sometimes.

Does Oreo know?

Or Freddy Fox?”

“I don’t know” I hollered back to Hawk…but, I’m thinking, if you know, then probably

Ruth the Owl,

Oreo the Skunk, and

Freddy and his family must all know.”

 

“Maybe so, Cat, Maybe so…I think I’m off to find out.”

I watch Hawk rise up and flap away.

Then just as suddenly Hawk was circling and

LANDING

Not far from me.

I made to run.

“STOP CAT!  I just wondered one more thing.

Do the coyotes know.”


“Coyotes!  COYOTES? I don’t know, Hawk. I don’t know.”

 

With that, I ran as fast as I could toward the safety of the house. 

 

Toward DAD!

I Had to Get out of the open of that alfalfa field.

A Mindy Adventure Story—Life Goes On—Chapter Two, Friday, November 13, 2020

Chapter Two

“Stewart!  STEWART!!!”  Stanley yelled as he scampered all over the large logs.

 

“STEWART!!!”

“WHAT?!?  Geez, what could be so important to take me away from a yummy pile of peanuts?”

Stewart looked up to see Stanley barreling toward him.

 

“Stewart, O! Stewart, something so sad and terrible has happened, I’m finding it hard to know what to do.” Stanley wailed.

“WHAT is IT, Stanley!  I can’t help you if you don’t calm down enough to tell me what is going on.”

 

“Oh, Stewart!  Boomer has left all of us and gone over the Rainbow Bridge.  He is GONE! Never to take us for rides around the farm again.  O!, Stewart, I am so sad.  He was a good friend to us.”  With that Stanley let two great big tears roll down his little squirrel cheeks.

Stewart was just in mid-chew, of a delicious peanut Mom had put out as a fun snack for him and Stanley.

“NO! NO! I didn’t even know Boomer was sick!  He didn’t tell us.  He didn’t let us know!” Stewart responded in shock.

“Mindy Cat told me just a few minutes ago.  Boomer is gone, traveling around with Fuzzy now doing all sorts of stuff without us. OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH BOOMER!” Stanley wailed.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BOOMER!” Stewart chimed in.

The two little squirrel brothers sat there; heads hung low; hearts heavy.

“Well, what do we do now,” Stanley asked after a very long moment of silence.

“I think we had better go find Chip and let him know.  Chip enjoyed Boomer.  And Mrs. Bunny.”

“Oh, YES!  Mrs. Bunny.”

“Okay, let’s move on down the equipment line and see if we can find Chip or Mrs. Bunny.” Stewart headed toward the end of the log gathering himself to jump onto the hay hauling trailer.

“MINDY!” Stewart stopped.  “Hey, Mindy, have you seen Chip or Mrs. Bunny?”  Stewart inquired.

“Chip?  Mrs. Bunny?” I stopped my pursuit on the trailer;  following the scent of several mice, you see, yummm—

a Momma mouse and her bazillion little ones.

 

“Actually, No.  I haven’t really been looking for them.” I replied. “Maybe you can go check on the grain head or down by the roller, or under one of the combines.  I’ve seen each of them there at different times of the day. Or you might go over to the stacked wood by the chicken house, sometimes they are over there.”  I gave them all a small wave and headed on about my business.

“Okay,” Stewart and Stanley replied in unison…off we go—first let’s do the equipment area, there is always yummy corn kernels by the combines and other types of goodies.”

“CHIP!  CHIPPPP!”  We yelled as loud as our squirrel voice could yell—“CHIP WHERE ARE YOU!”

“Boys! Why are you screaming so loud?”  Mrs. Bunny came hopping from the, now harvested cornfield.  If you don’t keep your voices down you could call in the

crows

or that Hawk pair who have decided they live on our farm.” Mrs. Bunny admonished Stewart and Stanley.

“We are looking for Chip”, Stewart explained to Mrs. Bunny.

“And YOU!”  Stanley chattered in.

Suddenly a brown ball of fur zipped right into our midst, running right into Stanley and bowling him over.

“I AM HERE! IAMHERE!”  Chip chattered.  “I’m HERE!”

‘Oh, good,” Stewart replied, helping Stanley up and dusting Stanley off. “We have some very sad news to tell you.”

“SAD!” Mrs. Bunny and Chip exclaimed at the very same time.

“Yes”, Stanley replied. “Mindy cat just told us that Boomer, our Buddy, has left the farm to live over-the Rainbow-Bridge.  Boomer is no longer here to protect and take care of us.”  Stanley burst out in tears, all over again.

There was stunned silence from Chip and Mrs. Bunny.

“Oh, Boomer,” Mrs. Bunny sadly said.  “Oh, Boomer.  Thank you for being our friend. Run free.” Mrs. Bunny pronounced to the Sky. “Run free.”

“BAWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” Chip wailed.  “I didn’t get to say Goodbye.”

“Well, no, none of us did”, chattered Stewart.  But Mindy told him good-bye and said she would let all his friends know.”

“Mindy.  Oh. Good.’  Mrs. Bunny calmy uttered.

“Then we don’t have to let Freddy, his Mom (shudder)

or those very large and noisy raccoons know.

Mindy can do it.”

“Hummm, Chip squeaked… “I wonder where Mindy is now, and what she is doing.”

“I would imagine she is looking for Boomer’s friends to let them know…she has a big job now.  Telling the farm our most wonderful dog friend is over the rainbow bridge.”  Mrs. Rabbit turned and bounced back into the cornfield.

Chip looked at us, gave a little hand-wave, and said: “Let’s go eat peanuts.”

So, we all ran back to the logs and the nice treats Mom had put there for us.

After my mouse snack, I decided it was time to move on.

 

 

 

A Mindy Adventure Story—Life Goes On, Friday, November 6, 2020

Chapter One

Mom and I had a sit together yesterday.  We sat and sat and sat.  Mom petted on me and I purred.  Then I got up and had Mom scratch me all over my back and at the base of my tail.

I purred as LOUD as I could.

A HUGE BIG PURR.

Then I looked Mom in the eye and said as clearly as I possibly could: “We have to move on.  Boomer would want that.  Besides he comes to see us even now.  You just have to look for him.”

I stared and stared in Mom’s eyes trying to get her to understand.

I think she did. But I’m not sure.  Anyway, I tried to get her to understand.

After I had all the purring and scratching, I wanted, I jumped down and went to the back door—Mom followed me.

OUTSIDE!

Outside where I love to be.

Hum, I wonder where Dad is?

Oh!  There he is.

Time to give Dad lots of love and purrs.

That’s my job (besides catching and eating mice) giving Mom and Dad purrs.

Okay.  That’s enough.

I have things I need to do.

Let’s see…the combine is parked in its regular spot. That means Dad is done with the corn harvest.  That also means there might be MICE inside the header looking for left-behind corn.

YUMMY

MICE!

I peered up into the combine.

Nothing.  Not a movement, or a flick of a tail, nothing.

Well, off to the woodpile.

I can usually find mice scurrying up and over the logs there.

STOP!

WAIT!

SHHHHHHHHHHHH  BIRD!!!

Mom would NOT like it if I caught (and ate) a bird…but…THERE ONE IS!!!

I crept down real low

Moving slow, ever so slow, slower…s.l.o.w.e.r

NOW!

WHAT JUST HAPPENED!

Something brown furry and fluffy just ran out of a log and right toward me!

(Of course, scaring off the BIRD!)

“MINDY!! MINDY!!” Screeched the brown furry

SQUIRREL!

“OH! Stanley! You gave me a huge fright! And you scared off a bird.”

“Scared off a bird!  Oh, good!  Glad to help Ya. I’ll try to do so again.” Stanley ran quickly down the log and sat right in front of me with his chitter-chatter going a-mile-minute.

“Stop, Stanley!  You are talking so fast I can’t understand you.  Besides my heart is still trying to calm down.”

“That’s okay, Cat.  I’m not looking for you anyway.  I’ve been hanging out here waiting for my buddy, Boomer to come along so we can have an adventure!”

“Boomer?” I questioned Stanley in a sad little voice.

“Yes, Yes, Boomer.  Stewart and I want to go on an adventure over to the equipment area and we want to ride on Boomer’s back.”

“Boomer,” I said, quietly.  “Boomer left us, Stanley.  He now lives over the rainbow bridge.”

“The Rainbow Bridge! NO! NO! I Don’t want Boomer to go live over the Rainbow Bridge! NO!”  Stanley wailed.

“I didn’t want him to go either,” I replied miserably.

“Gosh, Mindy, I could swear I saw him just a few hours ago,

trotting passed the Grain Truck.  I called to him.  He stopped gave me one of his sweet beagle smiles, wagged his tail, then put his nose to the ground and trotted on passed the grain truck over toward one of Mom’s gardens.  I swear I saw him.”

 

“I think you did, Stanley.  I think he is coming back and visiting ever now and again.  I saw him yesterday, while Mom and Dad were busy with the corn.  He was right by the cornfield watching Mom and Dad. Sometimes dozing, sometimes sitting up and staring at them.”

I walked over to the woodpile, climbed up on one of the logs; started stretching out my claws grabbing the wood with each one of my nails, then raking them toward me.

SCRATCH   SCRATCH   RAKE

“I talked to Boomer at that point. He said he was happy. And that he would be back and forth to check on us.  Right after that he sorta, kinda, faded.  Then I didn’t see him anymore.”

 

“Geeze, I didn’t know.  I have to go now. Gotta Go.  I gotta let Stewart know.”

Zoom, Stanley was gone.

I stopped sharping my nails and sat down on the log.  The log is nice and warm, the sunshine perfect, no wind…the log nice and warm.

Gosh, this log is perfect for a wee little cat nap…………….

 

 

The Adventures of Mindy on Friday— It’s Just Mom and I Now, Friday, October 30, 2020

Mom and I have had a hard time adjusting to ‘Life without Boomer’.  It is terribly hard.

The day Boomer went over the rainbow bridge I stopped by his hospital bed and stared and stared at him.

Then I quickly ran over and sat by him for a tiny bit.

After that, I went outside and didn’t come back in for two days.

I just couldn’t.

I watched Mom and Dad bury Boomer by Sam-Sam, and Fuzzy, but I didn’t come over where they were putting Boomer’s shell.

Boomer wasn’t there.

The house is empty without Boomer.

The Yard is empty without Boomer.

So, I stay busy.

Finally, I decided I needed to come in and be with Mom.

Mom needs lots of purrs and kitty rubs now because…. well, you know why.

Then it stormed so I stayed inside. After all wet feet and wet fur are COLD.

It’s warming up some, now, so I help Mom—inside the house and out in the yard.

There are lots of things that must be done.

I look for

Find

And bring to Mom

MICE!

She always always gives me a big kitty pet and tells me what a good kitty I am.

After that, I eat the mouse!

It’s a win-win for Mom and ME!

Mindy Lou-Sue, (Min-Min) Brown

See you next Friday!

 

 

The Adventures of Mindy on Friday, In the Quiet Light of Dawn, Friday, October 9, 2020

Boomer doesn’t go with Mom and me anymore.  He much rather be inside under the covers, resting

Although, he does come outside if the weather is warm.

So, now it is Mom and I…walking in the grey light of early morning.   The sky the color of grey and purple

Just Mom and I.  At first, I liked it when it was just Mom and me, but I must admit.  It feels a little lonely without that beaglie dog.

Mindy Kit-Kat (Min-Min) Brown

 

The Adventures of Mindy on Friday— Day by Day, Friday, October 2, 2020

Mom says I have to very careful, out there hunting mice, out there, close to the butler bins

Because now the Coyotes

are moving everywhere on the farm.

(See the quail getting away from the coyote?)

Mom has seen them multiple times

when she is has been out taking photos

So, I stay close

Well, sorta close

I go past the Grain bins

And down by the hay swather and combines

Sometimes Boomer goes with me

Not like he used to go, (I ran away from Boomer, he looked so sad when I did it.)

but he still goes

Just the thought of coyotes makes me jumpy

So, to please Mom,

and to keep close to my buddy, Boomer,

 

(and to make me feel safe)

I stay pretty much in the farmyard

I think there are enough mice here to keep me busy and full.

Mindy Lou Min-Min Brown

The Adventures of Mindy on Friday—Staying Inside, Friday, June 5, 2020

I HATE staying inside when the air is warm, the evenings nice and the weather just perfect for hunting and chasing and eating MICE!

So…if Mom picks me up and takes me inside, shows me a nice dish of cereal and milk; I turn up my nose and run as fast as I can to the back door.

There I meow LOUDLY until she lets me back outside.

I get lots of pets so I know I don’t want to make Mom and Dad mad, but staying inside when the weather is nice—-

Just does NOT work!

I have so much to do.

Mice to stalk

Mice to grab and kill

Mice to bring to Mom or Dad, while meowing loudly. (I want them to know I am doing a very good job)

Mice to eat.  Yummy. (Mom said I can’t show you a photo of me eating mice. She said it wasn’t appropriate for the internet.)

Mice to herk back up and leave for the flies. (Or Mom if she sees it. Mom always goes and gets a shovel and buries the herk…silly Mom.)

Then, with a very full tummy, to climb on the chair and sleep or go out to the tractor shed and sleep on Dad’s 630 John Deere.

BUT——-

When Oreo is out and about….I ALWAYS meow to come in and SLEEP WITH MOM!!!

Mindy the Kit Kat of the family!

The Adventures of Mindy on Friday— Freddy the Fox and Boomer, Friday, May,22, 2020

I was out hunting early this morning with Mom…well, Mom wasn’t hunting,

Mom was checking the end of the field to see what rows of water didn’t come through. Dad was out IN the field checking to see how wet everything was—

when FREDDY FOX RAN BY…AS FAST HAS HE COULD GO!

Then Freddy stopped…looked at me…I about passed out.

He barked…Fox barks are really different — go here to hear one — which scared me worse.

Then I listened, he was barking for Boomer.

“MEOWWWWWWWWWWWW!”  I screamed.  “Boomer isn’t outside, Boomer is sleeping in the kitchen on his big soft fluffy bed.”

“Get Boomer and have him come out…it’s time we had an adventure.” Freddy said to me.

“Not right now, Freddy.  Boomer has been sick and is resting.  Maybe when he feels better.” I replied.

VARRRROOOOOOOOOOOM

Freddy and I heard one of the four-wheelers startup.

Then we heard the other four-wheeler startup.

“GOTTA RUN! See Ya Around.” Freddy yelled as he took off toward the upper end.

That works for me I murmured, turning around

I flopped down and gave myself a very nice dust bath.

Then I jumped up and looked around.

I’m sure glad that fox is gone!

Off I went heading into the field to see about my breakfast!

Mindy, Min-Min Kit-Kat Brown