I don’t have much time to write, but didn’t want to leave you hanging! Things are moving right along around here.
We got the call at 5:45 am the other day. From the Post Office. We rushed out the door 45 minutes early…
…To collect our much anticipated box!
These will be new layers for the coop. Hello ladies! (At least, you better be ladies!)
And we’re busy trying to catch up from 2 years of wool back stock before we shear yet again next month.
We’re way beyond the “3 bags full” here. I’m so excited to share about our new local wool mill, but first I have to skirt all these grungy fleeces!
Oh yeah, and I’ve mentioned before about all the scars I’ve acquired hauling our farm cats, and our farm cat’s friends, and our farm cat’s 4th cousins from West Virginia to the SNIP van.
Turns out that the male cat that was causing all our problems…
…Was a female.
Mr. Fix-It had to rescue these four little fur balls from an untimely accident in the garage loft.
In his socks.
The whole escapade started because we thought someone got stuck in the chest freezer’s compressor compartment, and as much as we dislike having yet more cat problems after 4 appointments with the SNIP van, we also dislike anything dying on our watch. Especially from being stuck in our freezer. Luckily no one was stuck.
And…if you buy a dozen eggs, we’ll throw in a kitten for free.
Kidding. Kidding. (Sort of.)
Funny story…2 years ago Mr. Fix-It was driving to the County Fair with our babysitter to relieve me from our 3 “angels” at our exhibit booth. They saw a kitten crying on the side of the road and our 14 year old babysitter forced him to pick it up, put it in our car, and bring it to me. Forced him. So we put a Free To Good Home sign up on our table and stuck the little guy in a snuggly basket of roving.
Some animal rescuer folks in the tent next door came over a few hours later and were seriously upset. I mean seriously upset with us for perpetuating irresponsible ownership by recklessly breeding cats and then flooding the market by disposing of them for free. (I still feel that perhaps the whole incident was somehow related to the feedback they were getting on their $100 adoption fee…)
After taking their card to calm them down and swearing that we were going to immediately hand over all “our” cats (as if we could catch them!) and would never, ever, ever be caught dead playing amateur rescuers to anything-ever-again and we would actually do the world a favor and just run the poor thing over next time…
…We gave the little guy to a nice family that runs one of the concession stands and had just lost their older cat. For free. And now they stop by every year and show us pictures of how he’s doing.
THE END.
(This reenactment included only the slightest hyperbole for dramatic effect. The whole thing really was as ridiculous as it sounded.)
