Farm cats come to eat

Six cats are living here. Four were the last litter from the tiger mother and the orange daddy. All six have been neutered, so no more kittens.

The big orange daddy is the sweetest. He rubs against my legs and knocks the bowls of food as I’m trying to set them down.

Yes, they are eating me out of house and home, but they brighten my day when they look in my window as they wait for their food.

Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.

Susan Manzke