You go, girl!!

After Timbit spent hours cleaning her toes, sharpening her claws and honing her climbing skills, she got chased out of the tree.

Well that's just fine!!

She overcame a fear of heights only to have her confidence destroyed.  She did climb the wrong tree, but anyone can make a mistake.

Little do they know, but Timbit is about to make up her own game, on her own terms and SHE will select the team and the coach.

Go for it!!  TIMBIT RULES!!

No!! Throw in the towel!!

We're off to the races.....but we knew one day this would happen.  Big Kitty threw his hat in the ring and decided to race up the tree!!

We've all heard the saying:

"You're too fat to fly!!"

Well Big Kitty, that concept applies to you and tree climbing races.

Big (FAT) Kitty made it 2' up the tree before he turned around and plopped to the ground.

Leave the racing to the athletes, Big Kitty!!

You can see it in their eyes....

 

 

Knowledge

and

Innocence.

Paparazzi! Go home!!

Sid wasn't happy when we placed her on the horse blanket and even less happy as we put her baby there with her.  Before she calmed down, she picked up the baby by the neck and tried to put it back.  If she put it back, we couldn't get a picture.  So, Sid put her arm around the baby to protect it from the harsh reality of having a photographer in your face day in and day out.

Lie still, Sid!  This will be over soon!

Alberta, the place we call home.....

This shot is labelled "Living on the Edge"...where the foothills overlook the Great Plains of North America.  Less than five miles east of Barn Cat Mansion, we have grain farms, dairies and feedlots.  Less than 20 miles west, the majestic Rocky Mountains rise high above scenic, rolling countryside called the Porcupine Hills.
We never get sick of the view!!

Hunger strikes!!

Well, Mama Cow saved Baby Cow by chasing the mighty Lion King under the fence. 

Poor Socks will spend another day without a delectable meal and Baby Cow will live to see another day.  The desolate plains and prairies can be harsh at times.  Maybe Socks could set his sights on something smaller.  Rumor has it, a gopher was spotted hopping, skipping and jumping across the field without a care in the world.  Don't spend your life pining for something you can't have, Socks.

Go out and get something you need!!

Saved by the fence!!

Mighty Lion King was about to pounce on the unsuspecting cousin of the Wildebeest when the  thundering hooves pounding against frozen ground got closer and a Mad Cow arrived to defend her Baby Cow.  Faster than you could say "Bob's your Uncle", Socks was on the run and found himself on the safe side of a barbed wire fence, trying to explain to Mad Cow that he was "only looking" at Baby Cow!

Scaredy Cat!!  You'll have "no beef" for lunch today!!

The Hunted!!

The cats at Barn Cat Mansion refused to race today, so we're checking in at Fox Farm:

And meanwhile, on the desolate plains called the Cow Pasture, a mighty Lion King named Socks waits patiently as a young cousin of the Wildebeest approaches.  Socks is confident with his hunting abilities and will wait for the perfect moment to attack the Baby Cow.

Wait!  The Baby Cow bellers!!...and from far across the desolate plains, thundering hooves pound the frozen ground in a desperate attempt to reach Baby Cow before the inevitable happens.

Will the Mighty Lion King prevail? and take down this unsuspecting Baby Cow?

Look out below!!

All of the yelling below, threw BP off his game.

.......and he went out on a limb....

a very small limb.

Far above, we heard the cracking and creaking of a tiny limb under pressure.

Get back on the trunk, BP

Quickly, he repositioned his front legs, grabbed the substantial bark on the sturdy tree and resumed the climb.

Tree Climbing is a dangerous sport and we must try to keep distractions to a minimum.

C'mon down!!

WHOA!!

STOP!!

HOLD YOUR HORSES!!

Timbit!  Get out of that tree this very instant!

Things were happening so fast, that we don't know if it's Flag or Black Panther up that tree, but we do know that Timbit is "out of order".

One cat per tree trunk.  That's a rule.

We know it's only a practise run, but rules are rules.