I give thanks for being raised on a farm, sometimes in a barn, and sometimes with lots of charm.
It has led to the ability to tell quite the yarn. I hope someday the stories are worth a darn!
No matter, this life was worth more than a darn because of the family, friends, faith, and farm.
A guy asked a farmer, “May I leave my cat in your barn? I’m moving out of town and cannot take her.”
The farmer said, “So long as she’s spayed, that would be fine.”
… a year later…
My dad says to me, “There are a couple of gorgeous kittens in the barn. We need to talk your mom into letting both of them live in the house with us.”
I say to my dad,”I thought all of the barn cats were fixed?”
My dad says to me, “Do you remember that guy who said his cat was spayed last year?”
I say to my dad, “Sure, she’s pretty.”
My dad says to me, “There’s a new Tom cat I haven’t caught to get neutered yet.”
I say to my dad, “So?”
My dad says to me, “It’s her second litter.”
Morale of the Story: I adore my girls, and I wouldn’t trade them. But as a pet care giver, I need to be responsible.
Please be responsible with me and spay or neuter your pets. It’s called love.
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