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)