Don't get me wrong, fuzzy kittens are cute. Puppies are fun, too. Baby calves, showing cattle, pigs all piled up on their mamas, baby chicks, all those sweet country images inspire me to say, "Awwww. How sweet." just like the rest of you people.
However, getting up close and personal with the wild kingdom isn't what I like to do. I have been given the opportunity to have many pets since living out here, and by the grace of God, have not had to be the primary care giver, per se, although I do seem to be the prime pooper scooper, water giver, move-out-of-the-wayer, etc.
Anyway, our dog barks. A lot. He's a beagle, and I think a bit neurotic and afraid of the dark, so after hours, if you're tooling around our road, you may hear Joe hollering, "Walter...SHUT UP!" Walter loves animals in our yard at night (note the sarcasm), and now that we have these two kittens (Bolt and Joy...guess which one is the boy and which is the girl based on the names, and you'll be WRONG!), he feels a sense of purpose up on our porch at night.
Thus the treed raccoons we woke up to on Saturday morning.
Not just one, mind you, but THREE.
Is a weekend's mood predicted by the presence of three raccoons in your front tree?
For this weekend, the answer was yes.
So, Walter had done his job, treeing these furry rascals (my kids were convinced they would attack anyone who went out there, thanks to the movie, Elf.).
So, no one would venture outside in the early hours until our furry visitors exited the tree.
Which they did, eventually. After a lot of yelling to Walter from the safety of inside the house.
But our luck with the four legged didn't end there.
Joe, who was going to be headed to the field later in the day, and Amelia were loading up to go to a soccer game. Waving good bye, I sauntered out to the front porch to see if the kittens needed water (see? my job.). It was then that I saw one of the kittens very, very close to the wheel of our Yukon. Now, these kittens are sweet. They are frisky and cute and the kids have loved having them. But, you'd think after seeing car after car, truck after truck, and now semi after semi come through our driveway, you'd think that they'd learn to steer clear.
Evidently, we have kittens who are either daredevils or not very bright.
Back to the kitten. As Joe pulled away with me yelling, "STOP!" I heard a loud yelp.
I was sure the kitten was a goner.
She ran to the cinder blocks stacked by our nearly completed front porch and laid down.
Now, while I am not ever going to go to veterinary school, I do have a heart. Poor kitten.
I went to check on her. Joe jumped out of the car. Dad came to see her. She looked like a goner.
So, I went inside and broke the news to the kids. We were sad, but as reported in previous posts, are quite jaded to the Circle of Life.
As I came out to assess the damage again, I was greeted by our obviously bionic kitten.
What, you say?
Yes, the CAT CAME BACK!
Honestly. We have stared at her, checked her, and made sure she was out of the way of the vehicles every time we have left since then.
This is all within an hour of my Saturday beginning, friends.
So, the weekend went on pretty smoothly considering how it began. Our church had a great party where our girls sang and played the guitar. The kids and I headed to the local racket...I mean...apple orchard and overpaid for some country fun. But got some good doughnuts out of the deal, so I guess that's considered a wash.
And harvest. Oh glorious harvest. We continue to roll. Joe went and helped out his dad two hours south of us, hauling beans. Meanwhile, the farmers here rolled on, and evidently over a large sharp something, as my dad is currently outside with the mobile tire people repairing a HUGE flat on one of the semis.
Maybe a flat tire is an omen for a week's events.
Kind of like a treed raccoon.