I am feeling happy that I have gotten myself off the fence and have taken my so called feral cat, Mot, and have dubbed him, "Mot, the Mascot of Michele's Cabin". It is now his home, and I just know that Michele would approve.
|Looking out the window of the cabin.|
|Looking toward the barn from the cabin.|
Now, when I wake up in the middle of the night, I don't feel guilty that Wayne, Deezil, Maudie and myself, are all cozy in our king size bed, and Mot is huddled in the loose straw on the floor of the barn, trying to stay warm, with the wind howling through the cracks. I know he is snoozing away, safe from the cold and the creatures of the night!
|Deezil and Maudie|
His left ear has finally healed from his latest scrap with someone in the neighborhood. His right ear almost looks as though the tip had been cut off. I wish he would tell me his story. But for now, he is loved, at least by Wayne and myself.
The decision to put Mot in Michele's Cabin decided our activities last weekend. Wayne and I spent two days cleaning and rearranging, putting up StarNites, Peace Mirrors, Beatle posters and other various "objects de art", just to make Mot feel at home.
When we would go into the "big" house every now and then, we were greeted with suspicious stares from our other ones. They know something is up!
I can't think of a better way to start out the new year, though, and I love it here on the farm even more!