Farm Cats - Blog Posts

Casual life update: My grandparents, lovely retired farm folk, in their 90s, very religious. They say the rosary every night and each day at breakfast they pray for one of their children in particular, and that child's children, and those children's children. They're bad with pronouns but they don't deadname me. They sponsor a college scholarship. In a town with no real grocery store and a dwindling population, they made sure people could come to them for fresh eggs and vegetables even when they couldn't pay cash.

They have recently stolen their neighbor's cat.

I think it's really funny how my dad just. Doesn't like cats. He won't let cats in the house if he can avoid it. He says pigs are cuter, which is fine, but he also says pigs are softer (which is wrong).

...chat, he married into a family that has, for all oral history, been on the verge of animal hording. Chat, my grandfather owns an UNKNOWN amount of cats, but at least 7 adults plus 3 kittens. My mom owns two cats. There are cats that wander the farm.

I paint this picture so y'all can see how funny my father's attempt to dislike cats is. Anyway, here's some kittens:

(also the white kitten has an infected eye, so if y'all know any good antibiotics hit me up)