The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-MY TURN!!! TLC , Friday, September 26, 2025 Chapter Five

Posted on September 26, 2025 by Dayphoto

Well —- here we go!

There are many, many things to tell you about on the farm.

The wild critters that live on the farm with us, you know, porky-pines,

badgers (those are some meannnnnnnnnnnnn, mean creatures),

foxes, birds of all nature and sorts, plus coyotes!

Mom and I are very leery about coyotes.

That sweet, silly, doesn’t have a brain cell in her head dog, assures me she has SMELLED them out of the farm when she is with Mom and Dad. She informs me they smell DANGEROUS!

She is so right!

Mom says coyotes creep her out—their howls are lonesome, yippy, and kinda on the scary side. Most of the time we hear them at night or early morning. But once in a while, one will trot through in the daylight.

Let me tell you, when that happens, I am the fastest cat in the whole wide world! I’ve been known to run so fast I’m just a blur heading toward the house.

BLUR!!! Let me tell you.

Now if you’ve never heard a coyote listen to this …….yep. Scary, right?

The other scary creature that lives with us is birds! Nope, not those sweet, little sing-song things, or those big black carrion eaters, the crows, or the hawks. Nope! Not any of those birds.

Hawks and crows hang around the yard in the daytime. They are pretty careful about staying high in the trees, sometimes sitting on a fence post in the corral, or on the roof of the buildings, but never really heading into the yard where Mom or Dad are usually working.

I’m talking about OWLS!!!

OWLS are more than frightening; they are even beyond scary.

They are terrifying, petrifying, horrifying, blood-curdling, over the top unnerving!

Because, you see, owls are like coyotes — they like to eat CATS!!!

And small, clueless, one brain-cell tiny dogs.

I’m a cat!

Yes, I am! Mom says I am one bootiful boy! Handsome! Down-right gorgeous.

Owls never let you know they are stalking you. You can think you know where the owl is: sitting up on the dead branch of the willow tree, hooting, or on top of the power pole, talking to his/her mate sitting in the Cottonwood tree.

You MIGHT think owls are easy to keep an eye on, but you are wrong! Wrong! WRONG!

Owls are swift, silent, and deadly.

And owls ONLY come out at night—twilight to early morning light. That’s the “Time of the Owl”.

I lost a good friend to an owl. She was following her hooman in from getting the mail late one night when an owl swooped down right by her hooman Dad, picked her up in those giant talons and flew silently away. Up, up into the sky somewhere.

Her hooman dad said the owl was so silent and quick, he didn’t even have a chance to save my kitty friend.

Don’t ever get me started on the stories about small dogs being airlifted up into the sky and taken to be owl lunch. I’m sure you have ALL heard about tiny dogs, big birds, and snacks. Of which, said dogs, always seem to be.

So—now you know about owls!

Yep, they are scary, scary, scary!

The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-MY TURN!!! TLC , Friday, September 19, 2025

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Chapter Four

Bears! Let me tell you what we (Dad, Mom, Boo, and I) know about bears.

Let’s see:

There have been lots of fires this summer on the Uncompahgre Plateau. All the fires were started by lightning and burned for most of the summer, and were only put out sometime in August.
The Uncompahgre Plateau is where the bears live. So do mountain lions and other types of predators. Just say’n.
If there are fires up on the Uncompahgre Plateau and the bears live there, they are hungry and in need of food. You see, bears must put on tons and tons of weight before winter sets in because they sleep all winter. If they don’t get enough fat stored on their bear bodies, they die in their sleep because of starvation.
Also, if there isn’t any rain up on the Uncopahgre Plateau, the bears can’t find anything to eat.

AND #5!!!! It’s CORN Season! I don’t know how they know, but they do. It doesn’t matter if there are no fires on the Uncompahgre Plateau, and the rain is plentiful, the berries and nuts and all other yummy things are abundant, when Corn Season hits (from green field corn to that most delicious of sweet corn), the bears come.

Moms come with their cubs, young bears come that don’t get to stay with mom anymore, and Dads come because they LOVE corn!

(All the photos Mom posted on here are bear(s) who have been here in or around our farm.

Oh! Yes! And here is another thing that happens when bears come down from the Uncompahgre Plateau—

They poop big giant wet poop, which Dogs love to roll in. (Just so you know, to keep your pup away from such smelly stuff)
They really don’t like people. They are shy. Even more than a fox. They usually hide in the cornfield to be sure, but still, they hide
People are stupid around them and want to hang out with the bear. Beats me why. They drag out their cameras, point and take photos, and try to pet them. Kinda stupid if you ask me. A ton bear can wipe a silly human right off the face of the earth. Especially if that bear is a Momma with cubs.

Anyway, our bear went into the field. Stayed overnight and crossed over into our neighbor’s sweet corn field.

Boo and I followed his scent trail, so we know. Mom and Dad also know because they saw the bear poop going down the canal and then a big bunch across the way.

Bear Gone!

That is a good thing. We have more stuff to talk about than BEAR!

The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-MY TURN!!! TLC , Friday, September 12, 2025 , Friday, September 12, 2025 Chapter Three

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Chapter Three

One day—well, humm, I would say around after daylight, and before I go into the house for my nap. I was outside doing some scouting by the gated pipe. Mom, Dad, and Boo were up at the Biggest Corn field setting water in the new alfalfa field. Well, it’s really not new; it was planted last year, but this year is the first year it could be harvested. See it takes that long for the baby alfalfa plants to become strong enough to handle being cut three times a year.

Dad says some people do cut the alfalfa the year it’s planted but he never does; the stem on the plant is very fine and extremely full of protein. That protein is so strong it can cause an alfalfa eater to bloat and, well, die.

Therefore, Dad Never cuts alfalfa the first year of growth.

Now on the second year of growth, the plant has become an adult. Therefore, the protein is distributed throughout the whole plant and not collected in just the stem. Also, the leaves—the yummy, yummiest part, are full and round and hold a perfect amount of protein, minerals, and other good stuff for alfalfa eating animals.

I DO NOT EAT ALFLAFA!

Boo Berry does not eat alfalfa. Just say’n.

Hooved animals eat alfalfa!

So anyway—back to my story!

Since this new alfalfa field was getting water again (one cutting had already been hauled away). Mom and Dad and Boo Berry were setting up the syphon tubes to start the water on the just finished being cut, baled, and hauled field when Dad stopped everything.

“I Know! I KNOW!!! I’m the one who told you what Dad saw!” Boo Berry yelled excitedly. “It was a BEAR!! Going into the corn field right by the house and right next to the gated pipe!!!

Right!!! I confirmed.

Like I said, I was out there, scouting around—

hummm, skunk here last night. Squirted someone…oh, squirted the fox. Silly fox!

Yep, that black cat was here again.

GRRRRR!

I kept on sniffing and learning things.

Suddenly, a squirrel dashed in front of me. I was so startled I didn’t even give chase. Besides, I was full. Yummy canned cat food mom got me that I ate down without gagging.

I was looking this way, sniffing that way, when suddenly coming right toward me was a BEAR!!

Oh! My Heavens! I’ve never really, ever seen one up close and personal.

It was big and super furry and had hooked claws and was BIG!

I stopped, stunned and scared.

The bear looked right at me.

Then the bear turned into one of the corn rows and disappeared.

I ran to the house as fast as I could and stayed next to the back porch and awning for the rest of the day and the next day.

I always sleep inside at night — I know I am safe inside.

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

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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)

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

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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—-The End of the Story, Friday, August 15, 2025

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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

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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.

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

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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—-Chapter Nine Boo Berry Tell a Story , Friday, July 18, 2025

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I promised you I would tell you about SQUIRRELS!

Oh!

And it’s HOT! Here!

I do mean HOT!

It’s so HOT I absolutely HATE going outside!

But Mom makes me. (Sigh)

To be fair, I do have to go outside to do my business (you understand), but to go Irrigate, hang out with Mom while she works in the yard. I HATE IT!

It was while I was trying to find a cool spot in the shade that I remembered Mom feeds the SQUIRRELS and the BIRDS!!!

I dragged myself over to the feeding station. Started sniffing around, looking to see if there were any treats fit for a dog — when

SQUIRREL!!

He jumped right out of the woodpile, scampered over to the feeding station, and ran right into ME!

We, both) just stood there stunned.

Squirrel backed up…started to run off when I said “Hi!”

He just stopped and stared at me. “Hi,” he replied. “Gosh, you are a dog. I’m talking to a dog.” He puzzled.

“Yeppers, I’m a dog. My name is Boo Berry Betty Brown! And yours?”

“Stanley, Son of Stanley, Son, son, of Stanley, son, son, son of Stanley….”

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! I get it! You are Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley! Brown! You also have the last name of Brown, you know…you live here with Mom and Dad. Mom feeds you, you are Mom’s squirrel, so that makes you a Brown also.” I smiled.

“Wow! I never knew I had a last name— Stanley, Stanley, Stanley Brown!” Stanley SMILED big at me.

“What are you doing here, by the feeder?” Stanley asked as he stuffed his mouth full.

“Looking for shade. And maybe a treat or two. I only see sunflower seed shells, so no real treats here. And you?”

“I was coming down the big willow tree, and thought maybe I would zip over here and get a snack to take with me to my home. It’s a really nice hole in the ground under Mom’s old storage shed/ancient grain bin.”

“Oh, yes! THAT IS WHERE I’ve smelled your smell before! I’ve wondered about you and just what you were.”

“Well, now you know! I’m a SQUIRREL!”

“Friends?” I put up my left front paw (I’m a lefty) and he put up his paw and we touched!

“Heck, why not! FRIENDS!” We yelled together

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

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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.