“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes”
The next day was just one of your ordinary days…. After the early morning water changing, Mom did something in the house all morning…I tried to stay in there with her, but it was BORING so I headed outside.
Dad was outside doing Dad stuff. I don’t do Dad stuff…it’s worse than boring.
The cats were just lying there sleeping on the relaxing furniture—-hummm. That looked pretty okay.
So I laid down with them.
That was the morning!
Then the afternoon we all went to check the water again, afterwards Mom did stuff in the yard.
I tried to do stuff in the yard with her, but it was lots of walking back and forth and to and fro and whew! Mindy tried to help also, but soon it was just too much for both of us.
I didn’t even think of doing anything with Dad.
I took another nap. Seems to work the best for working. J
After supper we made a quick run to check on the water, start any tubes which had stopped, and add two or so to the rows the water wasn’t getting to the end.
Then back home.
I was just settling down to wait patiently by the kitchen door when Mom and Dad came out…MOM HAD HER PURSE!!
That means TREATS FOR EVERYONE! We all get a little treat, because Mom is going somewhere!
A huge pet for each of us…a stern command to watch the place and they were gone!
I chewed down my treat, watched them drive out the yard…
My ears picked up! I hear something.
Something very interesting and exciting.
My ears went into full alert…Mom did say I was to take care of the place!
Picking up my paws I headed to the back of the farm yard…to the corn field attaching to the farm yard…
Momma Fox and
Kit were there waiting for me to appear!
I put my legs into to full gear. Not only was Kit and his Mom waiting for me I could detect that one of the raccoons had just hit the dirt on the farm road…
I barreled around the corner ready to leap onto Kit when I almost, but not quite ran into >>>>>>> YIKES!
I put skids on my paws and screeched to stop right at the Butler Bins—-just in the nick of time. The skunk waddled on across the road and right into the corn field.
I let him go…no sense in trying to explain to Mom I was just doing what she asked and protecting the place! I have a very strong feeling Mom takes a VERY dim view on cool smelly things.
Although, I must admit, I am NOT fond of SKUNK smell.
While I was sitting there thanking my lucky stars Kit ran up, pounced on me…we had a huge tumbling wrestling match.
Then we stopped, smiled at each other, gave Momma Fox a glance and took off down the double lined farm road heading toward the new cement ditch!
LIFE IS GOOD!