Farm Tails: Cricket Capers

Whinny and Neigh, Bark Bark, Meow, Snort (Hello)!

Blogging seemed necessary for me after Dad passed away in 2008. It was a way to slow my life down a bit and try to keep some precious memories alive through imagery and the written word. I come from a long line of farmers on Mom's side and it seems that I am inclined to follow that type of lifestyle. If you are interested in the old days check out the links below.

Listen to my grandfather, Floyd Fuller describe the way Vermont farm life was in the early 1900's from the Vermont Folklore Cultural Center. Scroll all the way down and click under 'Come See Us, We're Beautiful' for some amazing animal and garden eye candy!

Cricket, My First Kitten!

Something told me Callie was pregant though she did not show. She was so proud to introduce me to my first and only Grandcat! I never had a kitten before and this cat has totally melted my heart! He is rotten to the core and frequently must be reprimanded with the dreaded 'Love Jail'. Grammie holds him like a baby and pets him gently despite the awful protests that escape his strong jaws. He only receives 'Love Jail' after a vicious tackle that includes biting his mother's back and knocking her over. After his release, he immediately rubs my leg with his 15-inch long tail!

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Cricket Capers

Yesterday was rainy but that didn't stop the barn brat from being a playful kitty. From chasing his mother, Callie, and jumping over her while she too is running, to climbing the tree way too high (in Grammie's opinion); he was on a roll. Meanwhile, big Daddy Cat watched from a distance while his son entertained us all!