Rest In Peace Black Kitty

Mike and I had a tragedy this weekend.  Friday evening Black Kitty was outside playing.  Around 7:30 p.m. it started to snow.  Mike wanted the pets all inside because it was going to be another cold night, and with more snow on the ground this time.  They usually come running when we call them, but Black Kitty didn't come.  Of course, he'd only been outside about 20 minutes, and Mike thought he heard him meow.  I walked the yard, checked the field, and even searched the nieghbor's yard a couple of times, but to no avail.  Mike walked inside, but I thought I better walk the front yard.  That's when I saw the lump on the road.  In just a short amount of time some fool had hit and killed Black Kitty.  The road I live on is less than a quarter of a mile, and it was a black cat against a white snow-covered road.  How screwed up is that?!  Mike was pretty upset because Black Kitty would curl up next to him on the bed to sleep at night.  But Black Kitty is no longer with us. :(

On a lighter note, we had a nice V Day.  Nothing special.  There were no flowers, no chocolates, no cards.  We didn't go out to dinner or even have anything fancy at home (breakfast for dinner).  Instead, we spent Sunday afternoon finishing a chicken coop that Mike had built for the blue splash silkies.  Their current home is the old duck pen, and it's starting to fall apart.  It turned out pretty nice!  I just forgot to take pictures.  I'll get some this week to post later.

Most of the snow has melted, and it's pushing 50 degrees today.  I'm hoping it's the last of the snow.  Even if it doesn't warm up right away, I'm at least ready for daylight savings time. 

John, the Sunshine Award is for you, too. :D http://disasterfilm.blogspot.com/

Just a Few Words

Nothing special about this past weekend.  We were going to visit my parents, but we figured with Thanksgiving coming up this week, I will have a four day weekend.  So we stayed home, deciding to venture out in that direction later this week.  Henry, our nieghbor, made a grill for us out of an old water heater.  It turned out a lot nicer than I expected.  We bought some pork butt roasts, and Mike put them on the grill Saturday morning around 8:30 a.m. to smoke over some oak wood.

I haven't taken a pic of the finished product, but it turned out pretty nice.  We smoked the butt roasts for eight hours, and they turned out wonderful.  We invited our friends Les and Robin over.  I've never been to Les and Robin's, but Mike has.  They have a lot of chickens.  But Les lets a lot of his free range.  They just had a baby in September and he is so adorable.  I was holding him, and it made me wish I had a baby.  I've always loved kids.  I think they are a lot of fun.  I once worked for Head Start (3-5 years old) and most of those kids were a blast.

We are down to just two kittens.  One Henry is taking to his house for his son's 9th birthday next week.  So we will have just one kitten.  I think Mike has decided to keep him.  His name is (of all things) Black Kitty. 

He's so funny, though.  Black Kitty races up and down the hall like a bolt of black lightning, barely visible as he slips through your feet. (I'm dreading putting up the Christmas tree).  Then, when he tires out, he climbs right up on your lap, or sometimes up your chest uner your chin, and falls fast asleep.

We did drag out the Christmas decorations this weekend.  I put together the tree, but I have not put out any decorations, except a few that I could just set around the house.  Sunday was pretty much a do-nothing day.  I did talk with my brother, who works at an egg farm.  They have eleven huge hen houses with around 300,000 hens in each house.  He's only worked there a little over a month, and they have already put him in charge of his own house.  Kudos for him.  He's working Thanksgiving day, but he will be there at my folks home in the evening.

One more pic for the day.  I have to share this pic of my bantam hen that I got from Henry as a little chick. 

She has turned out so pretty.  I'm considering mating her with Bucky.  They would have some pretty chicks, I'm sure.  I love her fan tail.  She almost looks like a Japanese bantam.  She may have some in her, but she comes from mixed bantams.  Her original flock belongs to Farmer, that farmer that lives behind us.  (Mike just calls him farmer)  But that's about it.  More to come later this week.