A Bumble Bee
Four-wheeler
Bird chasing bug (see the bug?)
Zooming Pheasant and Bird flying up fast from being scared
And of course
Horsepower!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Each Person Experiences the World in Different Ways—
the key is to live in harmony—as much as is humanly possible.
Even though some prefer living in a flock
There are others who gather only in spirit
There are those whom we meet that seem to shimmer with goodness and light
Yet we all are ruled by the same longings—to have a place to call home, family, a purpose
To fill the longings of one’s soul
To feel safe
With the freedom to experience many rich and varied things.
And to know that we
In our own special way
We brighten others’ lives
As they gift us back with treats from their hearts.
The trick to life–well to everything—
It too ‘see’ beyond what you think you are seeing.
To not limit yourself to what you expect to see, but what is really there.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Hello. My name is Boo Berry Betty BROWN!

Mom says I get to tell MY story:
I have been here since June 14, 2022
It took me a long-time to understand what I am supposed to do.
My life before was babies. I was bred by my first breeder when I was 9 months old.
Then there were puppies.
Then a little break where I really missed my babies. BUT—
The boy dog took care of me missing my puppies and gave me more.
This went on for twice a year for two years.
Then—-I went to live with another breeder. A really nice man.
BUT—the story was the same.
Boy dog.
Puppies.
Boy dog
Puppies.
For a year and ½.
I lost my last two litters—–
My really nice man breeder asked my MOM!!!
YAY! MOM!!!
If she would like to take me home; he was retiring me.
YAY!
Now all that puppy stuff is over.
I have a new purpose in life:
Mom says I am no longer a kennel dog-I am a FARM DOG!
YAY ME!
Boo Berry Betty (my registered name) BROWN— My legal name!
But Mom and everyone just calls me Boo Berry!
Boo Berry
Mom says I, TLC Cai-Cai, can have a whole page to myself—to tell all of you, my story!
Mine!
Who I am and How I came to live on the farm!
At first, I did not know I lived on a farm. Because—well I did not.
I lived with Mommy.
But something terrible happened.
I didn’t even get to have all the proper time with Mommy when someone picked me up and threw me out-the-door.
I used to live with Mommy, we had food, and I had Mommy, and we played, and I learned about the potty box…everything was nice.
Then suddenly someone with big boots (I hate big boots; I scream and yell and try to kill big boots when I see them) booted me out the door.
I wandered around for a long time.
It was terribly scary and very, frightening. There were huge loud BIG things that went by me very fast I would try to run away, but I was too little to run fast.
This went on for a long-time. EONS! Forever!
Then a special thing happened.
My new OLDEST human sister found me walking in the parking lot where she parks to go to work…I meowed LOUD so she would see me.
And I walked toward her. Screaming all the time!
She saw me!
YAY!
I spent the rest of the very long day with my new BIG sister at her beauty salon getting held and petted by all sorts of nice people.
BUT I WAS HUNGRY!
I tried to tell my new person how hungry I was, but, well, I had to wait.
When we were on the way to my NEW MOM AND DAD, I screamed and yelled and cried because my tummy was terribly empty and I wanted some food.

As soon as my new Mom saw me, she opened a can of YUMMY soft cat food.
She gave me a tiny bit.
I ATE IT ALL GONE!

Then in a few minutes, I got another tiny bit.
Then I had to wait a few more minutes.

(It took me a little while because I had to eat a small amount then go play, come back eat some more until I got full.)
Once I got my tummy full, and I had a big play with my new felt bunny, I fell asleep and slept a long, long time.
When I woke up, I knew I was SAFE!

I had a small problem of needing to suck on something just before I got to sleep because I was weaned too soon. I was around 6-7 weeks old when I was tossed out to fend for myself.
But Mom bought me a special furry bunny, which I sucked on for a couple of weeks—then I stopped. Never to suck on anything ever again.
Mom and Dad call me TLC, (Terry and Linda’s Cat) TLC CAI-CAI (sounds like Kay-Kay).
I am a boy! A big tough strong BOY!
I like to do STUFF—I run through the house, I hide, and I try to get Boo Berry to play with me. (It never works)
I hang out with Dad on the farm—remember I am a big cat now!
An adult.
I like to stay outside all day long.
Then I come in as the sun starts to go down, to get yummy food and take a long, long nap.
I make sure I am with Mom everywhere she goes. (If she is outside).
And if she does not get me breakfast first thing in the morning, I TELL HER!
We have a very special understanding of things, Mom, and me.
Anyway.
Boo Berry Betty and I have a very unique relationship. I run at her and try to play, I jump on her and we chase each other, and we play hide-and-seek. Lots!
I do whatever I want in the house. And I do whatever I want outside—like eat the mice I kill. Yum
Anyway,
Life is WONDERFUL—
I am so glad to have Dad and Mom, and now Boo Berry!
P.S. Boo Berry came when I was about 3 ½ years old. She is smaller than me so I get to be the boss.
And Mom says that is enough. Boo Berry gets to tell her own story.
(And you can follow us every Friday while we tell fun happenings on the farm!)
TLC Cai-Cai
TLC for short 😊