Good thing I don't have 10-year-old Genius riding shotgun in T-Hoe any more. And that my schedule is not the same as Farmer H.
I got home from town around noon
on Sunday. Farmer H stayed longer at his Storage Unit Store than usual.
He was on his way to order lunch, walking across the parking lot, when I
called him. Oh, yeah. He had two sausages, with onions and relish.
Anyhoo... he said he'd probably leave around 1:00, but ended up staying
until 2:00. Which put him turning onto our gravel road about 2:30, after
he'd put away his merchandise.
"There was two carloads
of kids down there. I mean adults, but young. They looked clean. As I
drove by, one of the girls stopped me. 'We're from up the road here, by
the auto body shop. We just came down to get in the water and cool off.
Do you want one of these kittens? There's seven of them!' She had them
wrapped in a blanket."
"They probably brought them
down to dump them! At least we don't have Genius the Cat-Listener to stick his head out the window, hear them, and ask to keep them."
"No, she didn't
bring them. She found them! I told her I didn't need another cat, and
she said, 'I can't just leave them here. I'm taking them home with
"I hope she doesn't bring them back! I get so mad at people dumping their pets on us!"
Our neighbors Copper Jack's human mom, and the Crazy Rottweiler's human
mom, both put on Facebook today, 'I'm sick of people hanging out here
like it's a park!' I don't know what we can do about it, though."
pretty brave, parking down there on our private road. Like it's public
property! Let them park along the blacktop road, and see how many people
"There's no way we can keep them out. Just stare at them when we go by."
"Or take a picture of them right under the NO TRESPASSING sign, so they think they might get in trouble!"
I would never do that. They could be head-loppers who'll put my body in
the septic tank up the road. It could happen! It already has...