"You cannot legislate the poor into freedom by legislating the wealthy out of freedom. What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving. The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else. When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that my dear friend, is about the end of any nation.
Val is the gray kitty and the other one is kind of named
Little One, although I call her Kitty more than anything.
These two fight.
All the time.
Well not all the time, if I am giving them a treat of
wet cat food, they are lovey to each other and snuggle
while I am serving the food.
Otherwise it is WAR.
They are both cute and make my heart smile, independently.
Val was Second's, and Second found the Little One
outside his apartment three years ago-she was nearly dead.
Both are excellent hunters and I must correct myself:
one other time the cats don't fight is if there is a mouse they
are hunting. They love to chase it under the china hutch and
then they pounce together.
This is Teegar. She pretty much is like this in the
house when the other two fight. She is on neither
side and seems to be best friends with both Val and Little
Last night, deep asleep, I was awakened by a cat scream (fight) and pain. PAIN~ my face seemed to be the most recent battle field. I quickly went to the bathroom turned on the light and looked to see blood all over my face, just as Bill was asking me what was wrong-and then he looked at me.
Yep. I seem to be collateral damage in this little war...and today it ends. I am not one that really believes in spraying cats with water (using a spray bottle), but I am worried about having a scar on my cheek~so no more. Yes, I cleaned the wound out. Yes, I put on topical ointment that reduces scars...
Sigh. Farm life seems to mirror the world stage presently.
To all of you out there that read this article or are named Jennifer (or named a child Jennifer), all because of this raging popularity, remember this: my mom was ahead of the game. I was named Jennifer several years earlier than this, and even if the data shows the popularity in the mid 70s it was earlier. You see, I went to school with another Jennifer and we both went by Jenny and our last names began with the same last letter.
Sigh. I am not unique.
Of course, my mom was creative with the middle name as she wanted it to have meaning as my dad was killed before I was born. So I have a very common mom name BUT most never guess my middle name as it is NOT the Jennifer Ann, Jennifer Lynn name.
New Year's Day seemed to begin with two tired old peeps (no names being mentioned), and therefore one of these peeps decided to stop lounging around and dust the shelves in the kitchen. I started a load of laundry~tossing in my two spring jackets(my only winter wear that I own) and began to clean.
Bill then ask me if I wanted to go and do something, anything, and I said, well sure, a drive would be great. Little did I know my Bill wanted to take me to El Paso, not for an appointment, but on a date!! I dressed up and he put on a nice button up and off we went. It was overcast but not cold.
We did not have any coats (the emergency blankets under the seat-but no coats). We went to Famous Dave's BBQ in El Paso, Texas and then the weather took a radical twist!
Brrrrrrrrr it was rain, sleet, hail in El Paso. We did not even have the umbrella, because I used it in September when it rained and I had bought groceries.
The date was lovely. Bill was handsome. The food was delicious.
When we came home the mountains had lots of snow, and we had a downpour like El Paso did on the farm. Puddles still around the property and paw prints on the tile in the house. Best New Year's Day EvEr!!!
Oh and we snapped a photo to memorialize how we are beginning the new year: