Thursday, January 8, 2015

No one licked the kitten!

By May 27, Little Scruffy's eyes were completely open.  Every day, he was packed up and taken along.  He helped feed, mow lawns, clean barns, and any number of other things happening on any given day, but he wasn't always called

 Little Scruffy Peanut.

 A 3 year old called Jane happened to see the cage sitting by a fence in town while I worked in the yard.  She played with him for a few minutes and decided to call him Little Scruffy.   His last name came later.
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2 comments:

  1. DebJanuary 8, 2015 at 2:16 PM

    A suitable name for such a wee lad.

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  2. da tabbies o trout towneJanuary 8, 2015 at 2:18 PM

    wee small dood....

    long furs !!! purrhaps some maine coon ore norwegian forest in yur ancestry !! ???

    way kewl how yur getted yur furst and middle names...we R anxious ta lurn how ya getted yur last..
    we hope squirrels R knot involved....!! ☺

    ♥♥♥

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