Sunday, September 29, 2013


It was a sunny September day and all Big Kitty wanted was a ride on the quad.  To feel the wind against his face, the fresh air travelling into his nostrils and restricting his ability to breath, and balancing precariously behind the seat without a seat belt in sight.
Tipster and LOBE called "shotgun" and took their places in front of the handlebars.  OT stared at the ground and realized how much pain is involved if she falls off travelling at ludicrous speed down the driveway.  Whiskers shouted, "I'll drive", but they were finished before they even started....
.......the quad was out of gas!!

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

........WINTER!! (yuck)

A sunset to mark the end of summer and beginning of fall. 

Fading light sparkles on barbed wire, creating the idea of rich silver strung between simple posts planted just to hold it up.

Haha!  My idea of descriptive literature! :)

Anyway, fall is here and will lead, again into my least favorite season of the year.......

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Save a spot for me!!

Smart little kitten!

What you see here is one of two "sleeping tubs" supplied for the benefit of all cats living in Barn Cat Mansion.  We take a broken water tub, create a soft mattress
base of empty paper feed bags,  twine cut from bales fed to animals outside, and a well worn chenille blanket to provide soft and luxurious comfort.

Generally, five or six cats occupy each tub, although sometimes, if it's really cold, everyone piles into one. This kitten has claimed a spot in the warmest tub and will have a toasty winter.

Thursday, September 19, 2013

It's so disappointing.....

Colors of Fall

Take 3!

Reports of a mouse running past the photo session proved to be true.  Big Kitty took off like a shot, even though he hates mice.  Well, he likes to catch them if they're close, but doesn't EVER go out of his way to chase one.

Not this time!!

Now we have to start all over again.....

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

He saved the day!!

As we all know, Pinkerton had no intention of catching and/or devouring the kitten.  He was only watching out for it's safety. 

Although it may be too big, you never know how nasty a magpie might be.  One could fly through the door at any moment and swoop the little critter away.
Pinkerton quickly directed the baby back to its hay bed and asked it to stay hidden for a few more weeks.

Good boy, Pinkerton! :)

Monday, September 16, 2013

The hunter...



That's not a mouse!  It doesn't have beady little eyes and round ears!  It has hair on its tail and nice, big fuzzy paws.

It's a KITTEN!!

Quick......get around to the front and take a look at that innocent little face!

Surely Pinkerton can tell the difference.....
At least we hope he can!!

Sunday, September 15, 2013


So we were wrong!!

We do have a small litter of summer kittens.
It was such a surprise to see H"C"S move her babies into the square bales in the barn.  In fact, they may have been born there!!

Tricky girl, H"C"S!!

Whiskers isn't impressed.  He was taking a good old "cat nap" when these little munchkins wandered out to take a look around.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Timbit!! Not now!

Ginger Cats, Colors of Fall


After some rearranging and trying to co-ordinate a specific color pattern, everything was good, and the photographer prepared for the shot of a lifetime.

Well.....THAT didn't happen!!

Timbit spotted one lonely treat wedged deep within the stump, and you know the rest.....

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Try again later.

This month, we were hoping to photograph our cats in families of color.

This was to be called:

Ginger Cats, Colors of Fall

But look what happened!!  Flag jumped up on the stump and no matter what Tipster said, she wouldn't get down.  So officially, this is not an official photo of ginger cats!!

Friday, September 6, 2013

Taking the good with the bad......

It's harvest time in this land we call home.

Heavy rain caused loss and devastation with the flooding to the north of us, but at least one bright light shines through:
heavy crops, high yields and lots of cattle feed both in the form of bales and roughage left on the fields.