The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-Friday, September 5, 2025, MY TURN!!! TLC Chapter One

Posted on September 5, 2025 by Dayphoto

I’m the Boss here. The Leader, the Decider, the Protector, the, well, EVERYTHING.

The Farm runs on TLC Cai-Cai. Mom says the farm runs on Dad, but I know different!

It’s ME!!!

Farms are about raising things: many plant type of things. Oh, yes, we have other things here on our farm…two horses and one mule. They belong to my oldest hooman sister, but they live out on the farm. At one time, Mom and Dad milked cows, raised sheep, goats, and pigs, and raised cows for meat. Not anymore. Mom says they got old—-so just taking care of growing plants is all the work they can do now.

Fine by me.

Anyhoo, we live on a farm that grows plants. Our plants are for animals. Not hoomans.

Our crops start out teeny tiny, and they grow great BIG. I like it when we have great big crops right by the house….I like to hide in the corn field (it’s cool in there). I also like to play in the grass and alfalfa crops when they are right by the house. Mice and grasshoppers, and crickets, and other things like to live in the soft shade of growing plants.

I’m a cat—I am a carnivore…just sayn’.

My workplace is the FARM, by the house…up to the end of the equipment area, where the cross over pipe lives (snakes live there also—I love to catch snakes!).

Then over to the end of the pipe with gates in it to let the water out onto the field.

I also go down the long, long lane to where the electric pole crosses over onto the farm. Not to the paved road. Ever! It scares me!

I have a big area, you see.

Boo Berry Betty likes to help me out sometimes, but not very often. Mostly Boo Berry hangs around Mom wherever Mom is. Even if Mom is way, way, way out on the farm helping Dad. I don’t go there.

Nope! Never! I cannot stand that loud blue four-wheeler. I run and hide when I see or even hear it.

Mom takes care of the house, the yard, and helps Dad.

Dad does EVERYTHING ELSE!!! EVERYTHING!!!

Still, no one, but no one, does what I do. I take care of the farm yard, the house, Mom, Dad, and the dog. Sometimes I think the dog is going to be the death of me.

Boo Berry says Mom is really good at understanding me. I wonder. Mom seems so dumb sometimes….dumb. So I just reach my mouth out and bite her!

Yep! Don’t mind to say that I do….because I DO!!!

Mom can be so plain stupid. For instance, she gives me poison for breakfast—-gag! Hack! Fake Puke! I try to cover it up, but the chair doesn’t cover anything up. Then I just sit there and glare at Mom. She pretends not to see me.

GRRR! I even lightly growl.

Then Mom will say something really stupid like,: “TLC, there is nothing wrong with your breakfast. It’s canned meat. If you don’t like it, eat your crunchy ummy cereal”.

Then she keeps on working on Boo’s breakfast, Dad’s breakfast, and her breakfast.

Makes me so mad that I bite her when she walks by.

Of course, that always gets the poison picked up. And the crunchy cereal is left.

Still — I showed Mom. See, I’m the Boss!

Well, anyway, my day is very busy!

I wake up as soon as the grey light of dawn seeps through the windows. It’s at this time I know I HAVE to get Mom up.

UP MOM! I run across her really hard. (I ran across Dad one time, and I startled him awake. Let us just say a quick bounce off the bed isn’t a fun morning ritual.)

If one run won’t do it, I crawl on her pillow and start messing with her hair. That ALWAYS works!

So being the alarm clock is my most favorite inside job! Yepper!

I am good about sleeping all night on the foot of the bed, so Mom puts up with my wake-up signals.

Right after breakfast, I head outside.

OUTSIDE! Outside, where the wind and I are free. FREE!

I then set out to patrol the farm yard—I check on the snakes, the squirrels, the spiders, lizard —-FUN— and anything else that might have trotted around in the night. Like that Black Cat who lives at my hooman sister’s place.

I take care of the dog. Sigh! The dog is shy, careful, friendly to the wrong things (think, Squirrels), and doesn’t recognize danger when it happens to her. (Like big birds with big beaks and large flappy wings)

In the evening, I spend a lot of time on Mom’s lap. Getting Kitty Pets, head scritches, under the chin rubs, purring. Ahhh…just purring myself to bliss.

I have one more responsibility — Making sure the company is welcomed and Mom takes care of them. I don’t want to be picked up and petted by anyone but Mom (I will saaaa and try to bite if they try to pick me up), but I do like to be around company. Even company made up of dogs.

Well, there you have it. My jobs…responsibility! As they say. And that is what we are going to do for a few more chapters….my responsibilities, and you get to come along!

TLC

(ME TOO! I GET TO COME ALONG!!! Boo Berry)

Nearing the End of Irrigation Season —Wednesday, September 3, 2025

Posted on September 3, 2025 by Dayphoto

As the sun starts rising,

Or setting

Beneath cloudy skies of storm clouds

The need to keep the crops on our place watered has been a constant

Since early spring.

We are starting into the home run now.

The corn is almost all dented. Once dented, we will water one more time. (to be sure all the kernals are nice and full)

After which, we stop all irrigation on the three corn fields.

After that, we will water the two alfalfa fields a couple of more times. We don’t want them going into the winter dry. If they are too dry, they will die over the winter.

Starting to wind down now.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—- It Cooled Down!!!, Friday, August 29, 2025

Posted on August 29, 2025 by Dayphoto

Boy, is it ever nice!

Boo Berry and I spend lots of time outside

On the grass

Lying in the shade

Or in a spot of sunshine

NICE!!!

Finally!

TLC Cai-Cai and

Boo Berry Betty

BROWN!!!

The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—- HEAT! HOT!! PANT! PANT! —- Friday, August 22, 2025

Posted on August 22, 2025 by Dayphoto

It’s hot!

We do mean HOT!!!

100*F (37.77C)

101*f (38.33c)

102*f (38.88c)

103* and 104*f (39.44 to 40c)

Then, possibly some rain is coming in for four or five days. Maybe.

We (Mom, Dad, US) sure hope so!

It is Just TOO HOT!!! That is a belly dump air plane heading to one of the fires.

TLC

And Boo Berry

“Man is truly blessed when a pet’s beautiful spirit has touched his life and heart.” — Cathy Asunma

The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-The End of the Story, Friday, August 15, 2025

Posted on August 15, 2025 by Dayphoto

After that Crow thing I told, “Boo Berry, we can’t be friends with the wild animals. We just can’t.” Hrumphed TLC

“Gosh, why not? I thought it was fun talking to the Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley. And getting to see his homes. I must admit the crow was very alarming. VERY! But you saved me, so that turned out good.”

“There is a natural order to things, Boo Berry. Your job is to bark at squirrels, and their job is to run fast from you. That is how it all works.” TLC turned tail and marched off.

(And MINE is to HUNT SQUIRRELS. And mice, and voles, and—-)

“BOO BERRY!” Mom yelled, “Let’s go! It’s time to help Dad with the hay.” Mom came out the door, stooped down, and swooped me up into her arms.

“Time to get to work, Boo Berry, it haying time!”

Well, I guess that’s the end of my storytelling. Perhaps someday I will have a cool adventure to share with you. But, then again, maybe not. That crow sorta took the ‘venture’ out of adventure for me. I am sticking with Mom; it’s a lot safer that way.

(But….I do wonder about Stanely, Stanely, Stanely, Stanely’s family and their homes.)

{and what other neat animals live on the farm}

Until next time!

Boo Berry Betty Brown

The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-Chapter Twelve Boo Berry Tells a Story, Friday, August 8, 2025

Posted on August 8, 2025 by Dayphoto

I woke up some time later. Stanley, Stanley, Stanley was still in his home/hole and Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley no where to be found.

Hummm.

Guess It’s time to take myself back to the yard and see what Mom is doing.

I turned around and started trotting back toward the farm yard. Past all the equipment, past the hay stack yard, (it’s very empty right now—waiting for the new hay bales to come in), past the Butler Bins, then passed the Shed where there is a Squirrel hole/home, and then into the welcoming cool shade of the farm yard itself.

Home! Shade! AHHH!

Now this is much better than running with a squirrel on my back, in the smoky air, and the heat.

I headed over to the green cool grass and flopped down once more.

I was laying there enjoying the feeling of cool grass when suddenly a great big bird flew down out of the willow tree.

I jumped up ready to scram out of there when the big black bird put out his wing and touched my NOSE!!

I about passed out! “Who-who are you?” I’m sure I squeaked out the question. My voice was somewhere over there on the lawn scared, I’m sure.

“Barney.” The crow replied. “And you?”

“Ah, Boo Berry Betty Brown. Do you live here? On the farm? In the big willow tree?” I looked at him with huge eyes.

“Nope! I live down yonder. There is a whole murder of us down there. I was scouting around looking for something to do. Maybe something to eat…you know. Fill the ol tummy, sorta thing.”

“Eat?!?!?!” I looked with horror at Barney.

“Don’t worry, dog. I only like to eat dead things. Yum. Although, I do like to eat other things in the line of fruit and vegetables. I am a gore-met, as they say.” He winked at me.

“Ahhhhhh, I don’t think I can help you much, Barney—I think it’s time I trot on into the house now.” I got up and tried to shake off that HUGE black wing.

“Naa little dog, I think you and I are going to get to know each other—-” SQUACK!!! Suddenly Barney was flat — feathers flying everywhere.

“GET OUT OF HERE! BIG BIRD!!!” TLC screamed at Barney—

“GET!!!” TLC yelled as he pulled himself up where he was shook off by Barney.

Barney scrambled to his feet, flapped his big black wings, and took off cawing.

I looked at TLC and he smugly looked at me.

“Wow, TLC you saved me.”

“Yep. You gotta learn who your friends are, Boo Berry, and crows are really not friends. Ever.” TLC pronounced.

A Universal HAPPINESS — Sunday, August 3, 2025

Posted on August 3, 2025 by Dayphoto

Who can’t smile BIG when they see a cute kitty playing and dancing with extreme happiness?

That amazing feeling of feeling ALIVE!

“Gratitude is happiness, doubled by wonder” — G.K. Chesterton (author)TLC C

The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-Chapter Eleven Boo Berry Tells a Story, Friday, August 1, 2025

Posted on August 1, 2025 by Dayphoto

First, we stopped at Mom’s home. Guess what!? It was another hole in the ground. IN DAD’S WORK SHED!!! My word. I can’t imagine Dad is very happy about that!

Then we moved over to the Butler Bin and the augur and the augur thingy — right there UNDER the thingy was his brother’s home. I was stunned.

“Wow! All of you live right here in the farmyard with all of us! You are all Brown Squirrels!”

“Hummm, no, we are ground squirrels. Not Brown Squirrels.” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, puzzled.

“No, that is your species, you are our family. So, you are BROWN. That’s your last name. Like now, you know you are Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley BROWN!!!” I explained.

“OH!!! I SEE!!!”

We are all part of one big family!”

“Yes, you are ours and we are yours!” I smiled.

“Cool! Do you want to see Dad’s home?”

“Sure, let’s go!”

Suddenly, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley jumped on my back!

I was so startled, I took off running.

When I finally stopped (that squirrel can really hang on, let me tell you), we were way out on the farm by the crossover pipe.

I stopped.

Short.

My breath was gone, my back hurt; I was exhausted.

“YOU DID IT!!!” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, screamed as he jumped down. “You brought us right where Dad lives!”

I flopped down on the ground, rolled over to make sure Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley wasn’t still attached to me somehow, and closed my eyes.

“I did what?” I moaned.

“Brought us right to the spot where DAD lives! Boo Berry, you are one heck of a dog!”

“No, I am on heck of exhausted,” I said, pulling myself up onto all four paws.

“That’s okay, we got here just fine. And… DAD!” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley screamed and ran toward another squirrel sitting outside his hole/home by the drill steel pile.

“Dad! Dad! I’ve brought Boo Berry to meet you. Dad, Boo Berry, Boo Berry DAD!” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley proudly announced.

Dad barely looked at me. Then looked at Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley. “You do realize that is a dog, Son?” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley proclaimed.

“Oh, yes, Dad! We are great friends. I brought her out here to meet you!”

Stanley, Stanley, Stanley looked at me, gave a warning CHIRP, and dove right into his hole.

Humm, so that is where the hole is, I muttered to myself.

“DAD! DAD! COME BACK!” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley hollered. “Boo Berry is a friend!”

AAAAAH I think your Dad doesn’t really like dogs.” I observed.

“Shoot! Now what?” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley cried in despair.

“Don’t worry!” I petted him on his furry back. “Let’s just sit here for a moment and rest. I’m sure we will come up with something.”

I sat down in the shade, put my head between my paws, and ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz

The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-Friday, July 25, 2025, Chapter Nine Boo Berry Tells a Story

Posted on July 25, 2025 by Dayphoto

“Wanta do something?” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley asked.

“Sure,” I replied. “What are you thinking?”

“Well, I could take you to my home, but you are too big to get through my door. But I can show you my home.” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley said.

“WAIT!!! I bet I know right where you live. Come on…follow me!”

Off we went. Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley scampering right by my side, then in front of me, over the top of a wood pile, back in front of me…Then I stopped.

“Right here,” I announce. Pointing my nose at a very perfectly round hole in the ground way over by the old grain trucks, Dad is saving for something.

“YES!!” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, yelled. “But you can see you are just too big to be able to go into my home. BUT— I have a back door. This is the front door. Ya wanta see the back door?”

“Sure,” I replied.

Before the word even left my lips, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, had zoomed off back in the direction we came from.

I picked up my feet and trotted after him.

Back around the wood pile we went, back around the feeding station, then out onto the road into the farmhouse —and way over by the chicken house.

Here, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley stopped.

“Can you see my home?” He asked with a huge smile on his face.

“Look around and see.”

“Can I use my nose? My nose is a lot better at finding things than my eyes.”

“Heck Ya!”

I put my nose to the ground and started sniffing.

Whew! Chickens! They have a scent all their own. I don’t know if I’m very fond of that smell.

AHCHOOO! Sneeze, whewph! I cleared my nose.

“Nod here,” I said.

“Keep looking,” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, giggled. “You are close, but not close enough”.

I sniffed all around the chicken pen, then I sniffed by the cement sidewalk thingy, then I sniffed onto the decorative rock area by the side of the hen house, then I stopped.

“Whew, not anywhere here.”

“You are getting warm,” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley announced.

Hmm, warm. I walked a little bit more until I came to the garbage can area…and there, right under the chicken house, was a hole. What a big surprise.

“Here it is!” I yelled. “Right Under the Hen HOUSE!!”

“YAY! Good job, Boo Berry, Good Job!” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley congratulated me.

“Now do you want to find my Mom’s home, and maybe my Dad’s home (he lives out on the farm a bit), and possibly my other brother’s home?”
“Sure! Why Not?”

“Follow me, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley cried.

And we were off

The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-Chapter Seven Boo Berry Tells a Story, Friday, July 11, 2025

Posted on July 11, 2025 by Dayphoto

Well, It is good things are a go after all those beginning chapters.

Now I have a cat, TLC, and he has me.

He likes to rub against my body when he comes in from outside. I really don’t know what to make of all that, so I just stand there with a dumb look on my face.

I have a DAD and MOM!

And I get to go and do stuff!!!

I’m not very good at going to BIG things with Mom and Dad, but I’m getting better at it.

People like to stop and pet me, and I like for them to do so. But they have to be the ones to stop. I’m not going to run out there and jump on their leg.