There is a member of our household who really, REALLY wants to go outside.
I just don’t feel he’s ready yet.
He’s too small.
He’s still eagle bait.
So Harry the Farm kitten waits by the door.
He is there any time I go into the yurt.
He sits in the catch basket for the hubby’s lawn mower like it’s his little cat cave.
This is what I see when I go in the door.
It really isn’t such a bad thing to see, is it?
He does have the cutest little face.
I don’t like the cats going out but it is so hard to stop them. That Sherpa spent the whole night out last night. He wouldn’t come in. He had a mouse and that was that.
I worried all night long.
The animals on this Farm are going to be the death of me.