Old Farmer-ess

August 7, 2015

Here she is just after her spaying with the big blond boy who passed away last year.

Farmer-ess.  That’s like being a goddess but a lot healthier.  And maybe a little sleep-deprived. I start my days at 5:00 AM because the house cats begin suggesting it’s time to eat around 4.  I’d leave out a feeder but my gray tortiseshell Fat Girl (ah, you get the drift now) feels any morsel that doesn’t run from her should make its way into her stomach.  It’s a strange thing.  She wasn’t fat until she was spayed at 6 months of age. She and her sister Shy Girl were spayed on the same day.  Fat Girl (formerly Funny Face because of her facial markings) came home and within 4 weeks was way overweight.  Putting her on a diet hasn’t worked.  She can and does eat dog food (both raw and dry), chicken food, cow manure and any insect or other creature that doesn’t run too fast.