Rough Life

The moon last night was big and bright and beautiful. I did not get a photo of it as it reflected off the pond because I knew my camera would not catch the color well. This morning the sun came up with an awesome orange glow – kind of a red sky in the morning. I did get a photo of it, but my camera would just not do it justice. Then we had a thunderstorm, which watered my garden perfectly. The dogs were not pleased with the thunder and lightening. Ranger sat on my feet under the computer desk while Zoe lounged on the bed (she likes being in the house during a storm). There is a kitten somewhere in my house, but who knows where it is. Jan brought Jesse a kitten. He knew we had been talking about getting another cat since the coyotes have eaten all of ours, and so he brought a little gray piece of fluff to our house. Jesse took one look and said, "It is harry. I think I will call it Harriet." Sound like a good name.

I’m actually a bit picky about cats. I want one that is not demanding, a bit standoffish, but will still let me catch it if I want. I also need a cat that will let the Grand Girls mangle it from time to time without hurting them in return. My last cat, Felina, was great. She was all those things and more. I have really missed her, and therefore, would like another cat. And yet, a cat is just a cat. They are easy come and easy go. I always warn people before they give me a cat that it will not have an easy life on the farm. It will get put outside only to be let inside if it behaves. My dogs will chase it, but only when they think they need to prove themselves working dogs. Cats are coyote bait unless they get smart quick and stay close to the house. We will have to see how Harriet does. Ranger is not pleased with the new addition, but then he does not like anything that takes attention away from him. A kitten sitting in my lap is just a blow to his dog ego. He is the prince of hounds.

I am headed into town today - lots to do - Wal-Mart, Grand Girls, lunch with Toby - it is a rough life.