But here's something else. I love babies. And not just human babies.
This is a story of when my love for babies overcame my hatred for cats. ... Ok. Just one cat baby.
Our shop has an infestation of cats. Nasty, ferral, devil cats. It is an animal control nightmare. But sometimes these cats have cute kittens. There's a new batch living in the chicken coop, and they are SO cute. One of them got into a bucket of oil. This is how we found him on Saturday. He was shivering and so pathetically helpless.
He just needed our help.
So we gathered him up and took him next door to Logan's parents' to Dawn him to cleanliness.
Jill was the best at scrubbing him.
We decided to name him Dawn.
We cuddled him dry and took him back home all clean and warm.
We checked on him yesterday, and we are pretty sure his mom accepted him back and is still feeding him. :)
In other news:
We celebrated Harry Potter's Birthday (July 31) in style in the grain truck.
I learned to snap/ can beans and watch Christmas movies during the summer. (A Searle family tradition.)
We walked through a corn field. (And kissed between the ears. Baha)
I learned to drive the little tractor used for chores.
We conquered Bathtub rock at The City of Rocks. [again.]
Me at the top.
Logan at the top. :)
I learned to change water in the spud field. (And got the 4-wheeler stuck in the mud... Ooops.)
And we're staying happy, sappy, and weird.
Stay joyful!
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