The time has come to update you on our girls, Blanche and Lucile. In recent months, they’ve both been excommunicated from our loving home, out into cold dark unknown. They didn’t take it very well at first.
But slowly they’ve gotten used to their new humble life, and the meager-sparse-miserable-and-lonely-dwelling-that-is-the-garage. We’re so abusive, I know. Wait till it gets cold, ladies.
Sometimes I have guilt and miss the large purring masses that are usually sitting uncomfortably close to my face. But I remind myself that animals such as these are meant to be running free on our spacious acreage. Climbing trees and frolicking in the surrounding fields, and hunting mice. And if I had them couped up indoors all the time, I would be doing them a disservice.
In conclusion, I would like to say that the kittens are doing great in their new environment, and getting along swimmingly with their Uncle Otis (our weird Siberian cat that lives down by the grain bins like a crazy mountain man) and they visit him regularly.
Is it weird that sometimes I have difficulty wrapping up a blog post? I could just keep talking and talking and talking, but then sometimes I just don’t have anything more to say, but don’t know how to bring things to a close. Kinda like those people that just don’t know how to get off the phone (we all know at least one, don’t we?)