“TLC Cai-Cai, what are you doing?” Mom said as I jumped up to grab her foot.
Just Playing, I said.
Mom reached down a picked me up. “Oh, good, Sweet Little Kitty. I’ve been thinking I had better tell you about some other BIG noisy and dangerous pieces of equipment Dad has on the farm. Equipment you need to stay far, far away from.”
There is the swather— this is the thing Dad uses to cut down all the standing alfalfa, to let it dry turning into hay.
STAY away…it will swath you right up, then there won’t be a TLC Cai-Cai anymore!” Mom admonished.
Mom put me on her shoulder and walked over to the outside chairs and sat down.
“Then there is the combine.
The combine will move through the corn and chop down all the corn stalks, separate the corn cobs from the stalks, then shell the corn from the cobs, flinging the stalks, and cobs out onto the ground and the corn kernels into the hoper in the back.
If you were to get in the way of the combine, you would come out just like those tiny pieces of corn cobs and stalks, so you MUST stay out the cornfield during harvest.”
Mom started scratching my head, my ears, hum puuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
“Then the big truck will come through the yard, taking all the corn kernels to town.”
Purrrrrr, hummm, purrrr
“So, TLC Cai-Cai, when anything like this is going on, you have to RUN to the House! And stay IN the HOUSE where Dad and I know you are safe.”
I looked at Mom. Then I looked around and realized I WANT DOWN.
So I squirmed off Moms’ lap and headed over to the water tub—that fountain is intriguing!
Bye Mom, Gota Go!
TLC Cai-Cai
