Happiness is an unattended hay cart:The mysterious butterscotch cat showed up again. We hope it gets tamer, so we can get better picture:
This morning we heard a sound like someone shoveling snow off a walk. Oh!—It’s Iris, and she’s scratching herself on the old metal sign we use as a duck-gate:
Uh-oh, the cat-cops will have to check the chain on that gate:
If she opens it, it’s just a hop, skip, and a gallop before she and Rose are running loose—something nobody wants! 🐎