Household-'purging is finally near it's end. I began this quest right after the A-Z and fought with myself all summer over " sentiment don't mean a thing, if you ain't got the room...... do wop, do wop, do wop. " (Only you oldies will know the song I'm punning with.) "The Good Samaritan Thrift Store is definitely better off with my discards. Everyone knows the stress of moving from one house...... consider moving out of two. At times I wanted to pull my hair out, but thankfully, no wigs needed..
I chose 2 eight-year old felines from the shelter. They were socialized and old enough to stick around but they looked pathetic with their distended bellies and thin dull fur. Oh, oh, here I go again. As if I don't have enough to do, I studied cat nutrition and began making my own cat food (along with Cody's dog food). It payed off big. A way to go yet, but they slimmed down, coats began to shine and get thicker and they now follow me around whenever I'm outside.
Names?.... I just call one "Puddy Tat" and the other "Puss Kitty." The names seem to agree with them because they come when called.
Below is a short video I put together of them hanging out in front of their barn and playing on the woodpile. I think tiny critters must hang out there. The background music is written and played by Flamenco Guitarist, Paul Renslow.