I am watching butterflies and ignoring Pat. She's so mean to leave me here and not ask me how it's going when she returns.

Don't get me wrong. I understand she needs a break but she could leave a little extra food in my bowl or pet me on the head to say good bye. After all I do for her. I don't ask too much. Do I?

Wait I smell something. It smells like turkey and gravy. The door is opening and yes it's my breakfast. Yummy. Don't purr. Don't purr. Oh, why not? Yum, you and yum. She loves me and I love making her happy.

I'm almost finished and I have to get outside before the boss lady comes in and I start my patrol of the farm.

I see Simon is hiding from the young ones. He usually stays on the stones and waits for the food to be brought to him. He hasn't learned that Missy always gets fed first. She always has and always will. It's the way she likes it.

Sammy and Socks are starting to pair up with the young mothers and hopping all over the place. They're faster than the older ones and enjoy running pass them. Smoky enjoys hiding in the grass and pouncing on everyone.

They seem to like following Pat into the barn and are curious about the goats. I'll be more curious to see what they'll think if those goats horns come in contact with them?

I feel like a nap. So, I'll talk with you later.