The Help

Molly has really grown and is just as big as Sara (the Border Collie) now.

She doesn't have the herding skills that Sara has but she is very determined to bother anyone or anything that is moving out in the yard area.  Today a guinea keet somehow found itself free of the brooder and before I could stop her Molly had it pinned down between her paws.  I thought the keet was a goner for sure, but neither Molly nor I expected one of the adult guinea males to respond to the keets warning cries.  I watched in awe as the male actually flew over to the rescue and then pecked and chased Molly away to the deck!

Sara could only look on in shame, "What will all the other dogs think?"

It didn't phase Molly at all because shortly thereafter she was out in the yard hounding after the adult guineas,  who ran off as they always do (except when they are apparently rescuing some of their own).

"Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the best pest control of them all?"

After a hard day of causing mischief Molly likes to collapse on the couch to catch a few winks...thereby causing more mischief as you see she isn't supposed to be up on the furniture!

Ghosts

I have a few stuffed animals on the dresser in the guest room in the basement. They help give the room a "country" flavor, I love how soft and furry they are.

Lately I have been finding a few of the stuffed animals in peculiar places. How in the world did this stuffed bear that is a bit larger than the cats get halfway up the stairs?

Here I find the bear on the floor in my bedroom, how in the world did it get from the basement to the second floor? Ghosts? Is the toy possessed?

This is creepy, notice how the bear is sticking its leg through the cat door!

How in the world did this thing get ON my bed!

Oh My Goodness, now it has clawed its way through the cat door! Why is it that no one has EVER seen this thing moving around? One would think that with all the dogs running around this place that a wondering furry bear would be caught and chewed up.

OK, something has to be going on around here as not only is the bear on the floor in my room but the rooster has made the journey from the basement as well.....Either this place has ghosts or.....

.... Chai is lugging a stuffed bear that is larger than her up the stairs, through the cat door and up a second flight of stairs in secret past the dogs and without any humans seeing her....

... Maybe Mocha is in on this prank as well. I hope its them, otherwise we have ghosts!

Find the Hidden.........

Nope, not the electrical cords.

Not the hanging beads.

What is it about the Christmas tree that makes the cats want to spend their days in it?

I find Christmas ornaments all over the house every morning, Mocha and Chai Chai seem to just love Christmas. I bet they have some great TAILS to tell....ha, ha, ha......or Ho, Ho, HO!

Barn Cats

Today I saw six chipmunks in the chicken coop eating the hens scratch. This morning I saw three bunnies hopping around in the yard. All these little varmints are going to start to attracting predators sooner or later, if not already. I think we need a barn cat.

How do you get your barn cats to not eat your chickens, guineas, or hatchlings? Can you have a lone barn cat or will it need a friend?

When I asked Mocha if she wanted to live outside she gave me the look pictured above, I took it as a no.

The last thing the mouse saw!

We don't have any mice in our house, but we do have sleeping cats!

Chai Chai is a light sleeper as the night vision mouse cam reveals.

If I was I mouse I wouldn't get too close.

Because this would be the last thing I ever saw!

Of course all the Commander and I get to see is Chai Chai cleaning her claws of despair, I wonder what she has been up to?

Tiara Trouble

Someone, you know who you are, suggested that I get a tiara for Jeepers so all the other sheep would show her the respect she deserved as the Queen of the ewes.

When I presented the tiara to the ewes they all bowed their heads expecting to be crowned.

In Cinderella fashion Kia pushed her way forward expecting to claim the tiara as her own if she could only get it to fit. Unfortunately for Kia, like Cinderellas step-sisters, the tiara was not to be hers.

The way was now clear for Jeepers and yet, due to her horns, the tiara failed to fit. Jeepers would not be queen today.

Unexpectedly, Patch tried to claim the prize. His "Royal wave" was impressive, and yet it was not enough to overcome the fact that boys can't be the queen (at least on this farm).

Becca Boo now seemed poised to ascend to the throne and yet the prized remained just beyond her grasp.

There are two things to see in this picture. First, note the almost lion like mane Chip seems to possess. Isn't the Lion known as King of the jungle? Also, if you look closely you can see a flashing image around Chip's neck - that would be the tiara gripped between Chips teeth!

Chip set the tiara down gently into the hay and challenged the claim that the tiara could only go to a Queen.

The tiara didn't taste too good but doesn't the King get extra raisins and sunflower seeds?

Something is horribly wrong with this picture, no matter how badly Chip wants to be crowned King the tiara was made for a queen. I wasn't able to get the tiara away from Chip until the Commander caught him and wrestled it away.

Gidget wasn't interested in the tiara at all, she gets way too many perks as the barnyard "Princess".

Chai Chai? Nope!

The chickens liked all the "sparkles", but the scratch had more flavor.

Look at those eyes on Sara, "Long live the Queen!"

What Did I Say?

"Mocha May, leave that chicken alone she has a broken leg."

Never in a million years would I ever have imagined that I would utter those words. When the Commander heard me say that he just laughed!

The chicken is doing better and is hopping around in the kennel, I have hopes that she will pull through.

Mocha "May"

What do the above three stuffed animals have in common? If they are ever placed upon a bed they are immediately identified as prey and soon thereafter become the victims of brutal maulings. For whatever reason Mocha sees them as some kind of threat and goes after them tooth and nail (claw). The three of them have been found in various states of distress and have quite often been drug off the bed and onto the floor or under the bed. All of them are now marked with a multitude of puncture holes vis-a-vis their unfortunate encounters.

Mocha is a normal cat for about 20 hours per day, but for the other four, well - she becomes the leader of the "Thundering Herd". Several times a day something comes over her and she races around the house at breakneck speed, up and down the stairs, leaping up and over couch or bed, jumping/climbing to the top of door jams, sending candles and figurines and knick-knacks or whatever else that catches her eye (normally something fragile) crashing from shelves or perches to the ground below.


When Mocha gets that mischievous twinkle in her eye everyone needs to watch out! The leader of the "Thundering Herd" has earned the middle name of "May", so the use of her full(?) name can convey the seriousness of her crimes. Cries of "Mocha May" ring out in our house from time to time, and sometimes, if you look at her closely, she appears to be smirking.