Last night, a hen left us her calling card:And Onslow was elected spokes-cat, demanding canned cat food:
This morning, they are having dry food from a just-opened bag, which they like as much as canned:
Here’s a shot of Schrödinger and Evil Cat, playing peek-a-boo:
Finally, it’s nothing new to have Onslow parked on my hay. . .
But this is different. . .
His hot little cat-butt is on my alfalfa pellets! 🐴