When we lived in Fargo the kids wanted to get a cat. The neighbors had a cat that would sometimes come sit on our deck when we were eating supper. I told the kids we could get a cat when we moved either to the country or to a place that we weren't moving from in awhile. It was going to be hard enough moving our stuff, eight kids, one fish, and one dog. We really didn't need to add a cat to the mix. Some adventures are best left to other people, braver people.
Wouldn't you know - the ranch came well-stocked with cats.
They all have names. Some I know...some I don't.
I think Darren knows them all.
Count with me....
one, two on top
three, four on bottom
five, six, seven, eight, nine.....
Five is Red.
He's nice.
He likes to have conversations with us. I think he thinks he's human.
Nine is a newer cat that has recently been living here.
There is a lighter orange-colored cat that is missing from the pictures.
and finally ten and eleven.
Counting the missing cat - that makes twelve.
Anyone who knows me knows I am not a cat lover.
I am not a cat hater either. I am just picky about the cats I like.
These are the four friendly cats. They would just as soon live inside.
Darren was in shock because I was sitting on bucket with a cat in my lap and the other three trying to climb up. That doesn't happen. I fed them. We are friends now.
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