September Animals

Ryder, carefully guarding the Flying Squirrel from outside attack.

Diva, waiting for the opportunity to strike.

Ryder, in for the kill, while Tessa defends her right to hold onto the toy.

Guinness, alarmingly handsome.

He's three months old!

Oscar, trouble on the paw!

Play Pal

This morning, after deworming the sheep, I moved Oscar and by default Moxie, out into the shed that houses the hay. I stayed out to watch them for a while. Moxie, who historically has tormented the dogs by engaging them in play, was playing with Oscar. It was a heartwarming moment and immediately removed any worries I had had about bringing another cat onto the place. It seems I was right and Moxie was lonely and needing a friend.

Ooops! I did it AGAIN...

I'm pretty sure I have a problem. Is there an Animals Anonymous out there somewhere? Tonight, I merrily *well, not merrily, it's been a rotten, rotten week and all I wanted to do was turtle at home* went to the stable for my jumping lesson. Once there I stumbled upon the horrid news that someone had dropped a mama cat and her three babies. It took the owner and staff an hour and a half to get them caught and safe in the furnace room.

It's pretty much safe to say that I'm not real fond of dumpers. I think it's irresponsible and cruel. The mom is a gorgeous tortoise marked kitty with a bib and white toes. The three babies, all male, all have tortie markings, and two are dark, with one grey. They were darling little creatures.

And I should not have been exposed to their sweetness. Because I folded like a lawn chair. On the weekend I'll be getting the place ready for "George" to come home. He's a doll. He snuggled up and purred, and purred, and purred for me.

Here's a picture of George - taken with my BlackBerry. Expect better pictures soon...