Oopsy Daisy

It was time for a new mouser at the ranch. Mama, the mouser-who-came-with-the-house disappeared this winter. I was very sad because she was a sweet, sweet kitty. I liked her so much that I took her to the shelter and had such a change of heart that I went back the next day and PAID to get her out.

Why did I take her in the first place? When I bought my property, it came with 2 adult cats and 2 toddlers. The toddlers didn't belong to Mama, so I'm not sure why I called her Mama, but I did. You could not get your hands on the toddlers; their mother was a little better but still it was difficult. Mama, on the other hand, was a sweetie-pie. The sellers told me that she had been a domestic cat at one time, which I find despicable. Taking a lovely inside cat and turning her out to be a barn cat. Nonetheless, I didn't want cats around, pooping in the grass (with 7 acres, they still managed to relieve themselves on the "lawn"), digging in the as-yet-to-be created flower beds. I didn't realize how having a mouser around is almost a necessity in the country.

I'm not exactly sure what it was, but I knew when I got home from dropping her at the shelter that I'd go back and get her. And I did.