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, 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…………….

 

 

Thank You, Everyone—Sunday, October 25, 2020

The people who reach the end of their days must leave others who have to live out their days without them. Fredrik Backman—My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry

All your kind thoughts and words have made the passing of my darling little beagle easier.

I found another heart-shaped rock.

I was taking down the dog houses and putting them away in one of the grain bins, tears in my eyes, missing that little dog who would have been right by my side as I worked,

When I saw the tiny little heart.

Then Helen Walsh, who lives in Dingwall, Scotland, Sent me a lovely rainbow!

You are (all) so right!

 

Boomer is ever so much better, now, there is no pain,

and he is with Fuzzy! (They are bestest friends forever—they tell me that ALL the time!)

Life goes on.

It has to.

If anyone would like to give a donation to an animal charity in Boomer’s name (You DO NOT HAVE TO, only if you want too)

I donated to  Black Canyon Animal Sanctuary 42528 Needle Rock Rd. Crawford, CO 81415 in memory of Boomer.

Or send one to your favorite animal shelter, there is such a need out there.

From my heart, in great thanks for each and every one of you, to your heart,

Linda

 

 

 

 

A Wee Gift of Magic — Thursday, October 22, 2020

There is something so extra special

When something unexpected comes your way

Taking you by surprise

That is what happened to Terry and me yesterday in the mail.

A special hand-made card-sending us strength and love as we move through this time with

Our darling little Beagle.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— How I am Doing, Friday, October 16, 2020

Mom thought, and so did I, you might like to know how I am doing.

We had a touch-and-go bit of time, not so long ago, but I have some new medication that helps the liver not only digest, but start to heal.

Mom and I think it is working.

At least we hope so.

I feel much better…I go outside and work with Mom.  Well, Mom does all the work, I just follow her around and watch her work while lying in the grass.

I do go on very small walks with Mom and Mindy…just out to the Butler Bins and back.  That is far enough.  It has a tendency to wear me out if I walk too far.

Mom never makes me, I go if I want to,

or I stay home or inside if I want too.  Mom says whatever I want, it is up to me.

I did take my last ride on the four-wheeler, though.  It was enough.  I don’t want to get up there anymore.  It’s hard on my belly.  Maybe again sometime, but I doubt it.

So that is how I am doing.  I do whatever I want and I get to eat whatever I want.  Mom says sometimes it’s hard to figure out WHAT I want to eat.  But she always figures out something yummy—-like roasted chicken sandwich meat, YUMMM!

AND I GET LOTS OF KISSES on my NOSE!!! Ear rubs and tummy rubs…life is good.

Anyway, here I am. Doing much better.

Boomie the Wonder Beagle.

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 Boomer, Friday, September 18, 2020

Mom and I went for a wee walk-about.

It has to be a short walk, as I don’t like to walk very far now days

Still, we did it!  It felt good.

After so long inside it felt wonderful to be able to run free in the open air.

We walked out to the cornfield.  The ears are turning down now.  The drying process is going well.

I felt like a young dog again (this was taken in 2018)

At least for a little while.

Boomer

 

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Twelve, Friday, September 11, 2020

Chapter Twelve

What Mom doesn’t know.

She really doesn’t know how Beaglie is doing.

Sometimes he seems better, ever so much better.

Then sometimes not.

Last night Mom sat up with Boomie from mid-night to two in the morning.  Then she came back to bed and petted and petted and petted me.

I purred lots for Mom.

Sometimes Mom needs comforting also.

Then in the morning Boomer seemed like his old self.

But getting up he hurt his leg.

Sigh!

So now Boomer is on ¼ dose of Prednisone to help the pain and inflammation in his body.

It’s cold here!

The Canadian Geese are back…Early.

Mom, Boomer, Dad, and I all think we are heading toward a very hard wet winter.

Although, by Saturday we are going to be in the high 80’s again.  But the lows are what count this time of year….in the low 40’s, they say.

I still like to go out and hunt and protect the farmyard from other cats and mice—mice are yummy, pretty damaging. I see it as my ‘job’ to take care of mice.  No one takes care of mice like I do!

Anyway, maybe Boomer will feel like going back on the farm with Mom and Dad.

I guess only time will tell.

So, while Mom sets and pets on Boomer, I sit with Mom and comfort her.

What Mom Doesn’t Know?

Mom says—‘when in comes to Boomer-she just doesn’t know.’

Mindy

P.S.  All the photos of Boomer were taken last week before he got really sick and the weather turned bad.