Farmhouse seasons parade by my life. Often they warm me. Sometimes they chill me. Thunder can be frightening. Too many clouds darken my day. But, when you’re the farmhouse cat, you have to expect it to be like that.
Hi! Mr. Monte here.
It’s been a very long time since I’ve had the opportunity to address you, my dear 23,417 feline followers. Miss Blondie and Ol’ Fuzz Face have done their best to disrupt my quietude. And the weather has got me down.
Farmhouse Seasons – Problem #1
As to the first problem – Blondie and Fuzzy. They appear to be entering a new season in their lives. Their latest kick is that they now think they are great chefs and the whole world wants to watch them cook. They’ve even started a YouTube channel. I tried to show them how to make it all work, but they really are very slow in picking up how to do it right.
The bottom line is, they’re not paying enough attention to me. – They should know better!
Farmhouse Seasons – Problem #2
It’s winter in Virginia. I know, I know. It’s winter throughout the entire northern hemisphere. But, winter in Virginia, especially in the Piedmont, is particularly distressing. It’s fickle. No two days in a row are the same. Cold and rainy, cold and snowing – we’re right on the misery line.
– I hate living in a wintry mix!
Another thing I detest intensely is the roller coaster ride of high and low temperatures. How’s a refined feline like me supposed to know what to expect when I go out on the porch for a little relaxation? – If you take a look at just a few days in January, you’ll see just how crazy this Virginia winter weather can be.
Can you guess which day I was sitting on the wood pile soaking up the sun?
The Worst – Problem #3
Dear feline friends, this, by far, is the worst problem. And it doesn’t matter what season it might be. – If you guessed that my problem is Fuzzy, you were 100% correct.
As I established in my post How to Have a Firewood Party, Ol’ Fuzz Face is an exceptionally lazy lout, especially when it comes to moving firewood.
During these cold days, it’s absolutely essential that a feline have a warm fire burning in the wood stove. – Well, Fuzzy has been rather derelict in his duties.
In the picture here, you’ll see that I finally coerced him to move some wood. He’s the lazy lout in the red circle. – I had to bite him three times on the ankle to finally get him to do his job.
As I said before, when you’re the farmhouse cat, you have to expect it to be like that.
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Sometimes, I feel like a pair of eyes is watching me. Sometimes, I find bite marks on my ankle. – Maybe it’s time to move some more wood.
Keep on truck’n Ole’ Fuzz Face!!!!
Makes me wonder just what my dog thinks of me!