Our Little Hillbilly Farm is full of furry little friends. Five of them to be exact. That stray little cat I welcomed in, stayed here for two nights; she darted out the door and returned with her little family, a husband, two children, and feline friend. Hungry, bedraggled, and forlorn, I couldn't turn away the fluffy orphans. This mother cat came to me, and trusted me enough to bring her family to me for help. They all cuddle up on the porch, and twice a day they congregate for meal time. All are timid except the mama cat. For now I am feeding them. Next we will see about spaying and neutering them. I am not sure how this will work with my chickens, the chickens will have to learn to peck at the cats if they start any mischief!
Seventeen years, seventeen stories.
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