Ranch Kitties

Some of the ranch kitties have been pretty adventurous during the last few days!

I guess I should be careful about what I say... yet again.

My last post I talked about how Texas and I needed to move out of our moldy house for a couple days for it to "air out". I also mentioned how the critters would be moving out too... because I'd hate for my furball cat to get stuck in a fan.

WELL, little did I know, that I cursed my other furball of a cat, Alfalfa.

My beloved kitty of 12 years who has endured the outdoor ranch kitty life like a champ. He has beat all the odds of ranch kitty life which typically only lasts two years for an outdoor cat.

Here is my baby back in the day:

Before you start calling up the SPCA or PETA, please keep in mind I was about 13 years old.

And my cat also enjoyed modeling.

Anyways, back to the story of my kitty cursing.

My mom went to start up her truck on Friday to get some groceries, but when she revved up the ol' dodge, she heard some strange noises. Immediately, she shut off the truck. Opened the hood. Much to her dismay, she found two ranch kitties under the hood, trying to escape the rain. One of those kitties being my Falfie.

Maybe it's because Alfie has a few extra lives left.

Maybe it's because he is smarter than the average outdoor cat.

Maybe he just got lucky.

Maybe someone up in the high heavens knew that my boyfriend could not handle telling me, yet again, I had lost someone I loved.

My kitty survived. The last cat that wedged himself next to the fan in the engine got decapitated. Falfie came out a little lighter with a little less fur, but he did indeed, keep his head on. The other kitten sleeping next to him came away scotch free too. One of them had undone the fan belt in the truck when it started, so the engine fan never got the chance to turn on.

I scolded Alfie and told him to never scare me like that again.

Alrighty, next kitty adventure. A little less dangerous and a little less fur shed. This one's name is Peppy.

Peppy used to live out in the hay alley with all of the other feral ranch kitties. My dad would go out and feed the wild cats almost every night, and he started to see Peppy around a lot. She got a little friendlier each time he went out there, and then one day, she decided to make our house her new home. Ever since, Peppy has been a staple over at my mom's house.

Peppy is quite the character. She likes to chase after the dogs when they are playing outside. She'll follow whoever out to the barn to see what's going on with the cows. She just likes to be involved with whatever is going on.

Remember the roofer my mom had to call to come look at the rainforest in her house? Well, when he came on Friday, Peppy decided she needed to supervise whatever he was doing on the roof.

Did I mention Peppy is preggers?

Meanwhile, back at my house... my ranch kitty is stirring up her own kind of trouble inside the house. Goose is pretty bossy. So bossy that she tends to convince my pup that his food is actually her food. Almost every night, I have to go in and break this up:

As if she wasn't fat enough already!

Alrighty, for the grand finale...

Drum roll please...

Texas, you ready?

Ta-da!!

May I kindly introduce you to one eyed Jack? Actually, he doesn't have a name yet, but I do think that suits him quite well. One eyed Jack is this wild cat out in the hay alley that must have got something stuck in his eye as a young kitten.

It looks like the cat has a golf ball sized tumor coming out of his eye.

He's pretty self conscious about it; I don't know how I got close enough to take this picture on my phone.

More kitty adventures to come! Hopefully no truck engines will be involved in the future.