As the song goes... "now don't be sad... two outa three ain't bad..."
This is the new theme song for the black barn kittens.
Don't be fooled by that innocent face.
One of these three kittens is ferocious!
Yesterday, as I was finishing up morning chores at the barn,
I found one of the kittens had escaped and was on top of the stack of hay in the feed room.
Sadly, there are no photos of what ensued...as I needed both hands for the task
of retrieving said kitten.
I slowly walked into the feed room, using my tiny kitten voice,
hoping to calm the escapee.
The closer I got, the further into the corner he backed,
back arched, ears pinned flat to his head... hissing and pissing.
I gently reached for him and he lunged at me and kept running across the hay.
This was going to be a challenge.
I waited for him to get into a corner again and quickly reached for his little body.
He fought to escape my clutches, biting, scratching, hissing, meowing (loudly).
What a scene!
Luckily, I had thick leather work gloves on, so none of the five attempted bites
broke my skin.
Eventually, I was able to hold on to the skin on the back of his neck so that
he could no longer bite me... and safely stowed him back in the...