June already?
I guess it’s June already and there’s nothing anybody can do about it! I’m glad the bulk of the warm weather is ahead and winter is far away.
Joey and Liza are in the mommy pasture now up by the barn. I’d say Joey will foal any day now, although by the calendar Liza ought to be first. It’s all exciting, and I don’t care when they foal so long as I have two healthy foals and two healthy mommas at the end of it.
I went to Galway for a week to visit my dear friends. The Volvo Ocean Race was going on so the town was hopping. I had a wonderful time and got to take several excursions to the countryside in Clonbur.
We went to see a big hole in the rock called Pigeon Hole, Desmond told me a joke. When tourists were around there asking where Pigeon Hole was, the bad boys would all answer “under the pigeon’s tail.” That’s so bad.
One of my favorite things was going to the contest of manliness sheep shearing championship out in the land where beautiful men seem to grow up out of the ground Connemara. This first guy is the world champion. Before my very eyes he sheared a sheep in 45 seconds! Wow!
The weather was acceptable and I had a great time, but I missed my kitties, and that surprised me. When I acquired Black Kitty and White Kitty I thought of them as mouse killers. I imagined all the mice that would sneak into my barn and eat my grain and I imagined my mouse killers eliminating them one by one and being the terror of rat kind. They’ve done that for me, the only mouse I ever saw was swiftly devoured, but they’ve become more than just mouse killers. When I got them they were wild and hissed and hated everybody. I thought Black Kitty might be the devil and I thought White Kitty was brooding, thinking of a way to kill all the humans with one swipe. While I moved, I left them with my 12 year old sisters for a few weeks where they were man-handled daily. I let them go in the barn here in Maysville and they took off like lightening and hid. It took them a little while to warm up, White Kitty especially, but they came around and now they’re the most affectionate kitties I’ve ever seen, and not just when they’re hungry! They follow me around the fields when I’m fixing fences and they come when they’re called. So I missed them a lot, and I had a weird dream about them. In my dream, they were 3 or 4 year old little girls, dark complected, about the size of infant human babies. Maybe I have an unhealthy relationship with my babies kitties.
