Tuesday, September 30, 2014

To the Hospital

Just letting all of you know that this is going to be my last post for at least several days. I have surgery booked tomorrow morning (Wednesday October 1) at 10am, and my doctor says that the very earliest they will release me is Saturday morning.

I'm not ill, but multiple pregnancies (4 babies in 7 years after the age of 35!) has taken its toll and my internal workings need to be repaired. And yes, LCD will be our final baby.

For those asking about how to make sure a cat is a good mouser, I've been doing a bit of research, and here's a quick run-down of what I've found:
- Get a feral kitten. Mom survived wild, so it should breed true.
- Don't get a feral kitten because Mom isn't raising/teaching them, so it doesn't matter.
- Any cat has the instinct to catch mice.
- Not every cat will catch mice.
- Feed them really well since cats just catch mice for play, not food, and feeding them will keep them around.
- Fat, lazy, well-fed cats don't hunt as much as lean, hungry barn cats.
- Spay/neuter all cats.
- Farm cat populations can become self-sustaining, and how are you going to catch all those feral kitties, anyway?

Absolutely hilarious how opposite the views are.
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Monday, September 29, 2014

One plus one equals ...

When you have a barn, you really need cats. Well, last summer we were given two tiny little kittens (although the boys would be quick to point out "We were given THREE but Ash died the first night"). Pirate and Charlie were, we thought, two little boy kitties, and they survived and grew up.

And then Charlie turned out to be pregnant and had two pretty kittens early this summer - one that looks just like her and one that looks just like Pirate.

Well, a few weeks ago, Charlie disappeared and I was worried that we had lost her. We found her yesterday, in the greenhouse, with five kittens. Four tabbies (two like each parent) and one that's black with a white bib and socks.  Mice and voles beware! :D

Only one chicken has been lost this summer, bringing our final tally to 34 of various ages. There are still 9 that are too young to tell, but of the other 19 chicks born this year, NONE of them are roosters. Hurray for *19* more hens. The roosters are starting to chase them, but the young hens are definitely not interested.

I like farm math. :D
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