A Predicament

I call that one "Cat on a Post".


A very tall post:



Verrrrrry tall:

"Hey, I can see da U.P., eh"

Maverick was minding his own business hunting wabbits in the pasture when the doggies flushed him up the pole. They meant no harm. Luci just wanted to love him. But I won't get into that...

He sat up there for a good while, waiting for the dogs to get interested in something else.

He's just fine. A little P.O.'d, but just fine:



Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Wrangler was very worried about his lil' buddy:

Mischievous Maverick

Remember Maverick, that tiny little kitty that we found under the hood of my car a few months ago? Well, he is growing up. He's a rambunctious little fella. Rambunctious and rotund. That boy eats more than his big barn mate, Cowboy:

"Hmmmm, what's that on the floor? I wonder if it's food"



Anyway, here are a few pics of his first time playing in the snow:
"Weeeee"

"Hey, what's in this bucket?"

"My feets is frozen to the floor"


"Yes, I am precious. Click the pic. You'll see."

Maverick

Maverick is our latest addition to the farm. Strange things happen around here, and he's one of them. Sunday morning of Labor Day weekend I went out to do chores as usual. I saw something scurry underneath my car. I looked around, under and inside the car, but didn't see anything. As I came back to the house after chores, I heard a faint meow coming from my car. I ran and got Sara, and we looked all around, under, and inside the car. Nothing. So I popped the hood, and here was this little kitten sitting on my battery.

He was as tame as could be. We took him in the barn, got him some food and water, and he moved right in like he owned the place.


Cowboy was not amused.