So, what’d you do last weekend?
The spring time weather down South here was lovely. Yes, it was back down in the 20s at night this week, but the warmth of last weekend was a welcomed flirtation with spring.
By the way, farmers don’t mind to flirt a bit with spring. Anticipation and enthusiasm lighten their steps. I even know one who will picnic on the front 40 with me and Buddy.
Yes, it was a glorious late winter weekend – and we purged spiders.
I hinted at the emotional and psychological
trauma burden loathsome experience here.
While swatting and cringing – mostly I cringed – this is what Tom did.
Because being a porch kitty on a porch where random attic things have been unloaded…
…is evidently overwhelming to his stamina.
I’d tease him for not participating more, but his primary roles here at the farm are
- to catch mice and
- to lower my blood pressure.
He does the former from 7p to 7a when the mice are scurrying about the barns and the latter from 7a to 7p when I’m up and about.
I have to respect the nature of his schedule.
After all, a fluffy, snuggly porch ornament in the midst of chaos and arachnids was a nice change of scenery. I guess this basket case was right on schedule.
How do your fuzzy friends help you through your days?