A couple of weeks ago we had a tragedy here on the farm.
It's taken me this long to get up the courage to write about it.
At first, I just couldn't write about it... too painful.
However, now that time has passed and the pain has eased,
I can tell you the story.
It's not a happy story, and it doesn't have a happy ending.
So, if you are not in the mood.... please skip this portion of today's blog.
In the interest of keeping this blog real...and telling the whole story...
It was morning chore time... a very busy time indeed.
While we work, we try to keep our ears on what is happening all over the farm.
We keep our finger on the pulse of all of our beloved animals, so to speak.
This particular incident was one of those that happens so fast,
there is no way to prevent the outcome.
You see... a fight broke out between sweet Bobby cat and one of the little black kitties
(Pissy, I assume).
Now, Bobby (although he looks innocent) is often an instigator.
A cat screaming clatter emanated from the barn and in the blink of an eye, Annie
ran in to intercede.
She picked up the black kitty and gave it a shake...
and with that, it was gone.
We were devastated.
I am sure that Annie had no idea what she...