Mud Season?! Now?!

The publicist is not happy.
It has been raining since Tuesday.
She had to break out her mud boots.

Mud season has arrived IN DECEMBER!
It is not supposed to be here until May.

There are big puddles everywhere.

The stupid chickens think they are watering holes.

Stupid birds!


We goats are not happy either.
We had to spend ALL DAY FRIDAY in the barn.
Can you believe such a thing?


When we came out our pen was a MESS!
Nothing but mud, mud, mud.

Abby and her kids wanted to find some dry space.
Can you see me?
I am hiding!

See?


Abby and her kids chased me out of the goat house.
I was not happy.

This is my opinion of the weather.

Maybe if I smile nicely at the publicist she will make it go away.
What do you think?

Even Sherpa the Farm cat is not happy about this rain.
He meowed and meowed at the publicist.


She told us all to suck it up.
She said at least our hooves and paws stayed on our feet unlike her boots which got sucked off by the mud.


Well!
The male person said he just wished it was all snow.
I do not agree.

Farm Cat Friday: ON ALERT!

As you all know Harry the Farm cat is getting very independent.
He told the publicist to, "talk to the paw."
Ooooh, this was not wise.
Not wise AT ALL.

We left him on the top of the goat pens in the barn.
The publicist asked him what he thought he was doing up there...

He just cat snickered.
Then he started to walk all along the top.

He walked

He skulked.
The least he could have done is clean out the spiderwebs!

But then...
He heard something!
Was it a MOUSE?

Harry settled down to watch.

The publicist said he had better get down, she was leaving.
He got more comfortable.

The publicist said, OK
and she left.
Harry was perched at the top of the goat pens.
Staring intently.


She went back to the barn hours and hours and hours later to put us goats away and there was Harry. Only he wasn't up top. Oh no! Harry had jumped down and HE WAS STUCK IN MY GOAT PEN! He couldn't find his way out. Good thing there was water in there.


The publicist said, "told you so."
And that was that.
Harry has not been seen in the barn since.

Harry the Farm Cat Explores the Barn

Many of you were correct yesterday.
Harry the Farm cat was in the barn.
He has discovered that there are MICE in the barn.

Since he is a GREAT HUNTER he has decided that he should explore.

The publicist asked him what he was doing and he said, "talk to the paw!"

But what is this Harry sees?
Is Thelma the goat in the stocks?

Louise too?!

WHAT is going on?
Silly goats! They have hay in their pen.

Harry does not understand, nor does he care!
He has EXPLORING to do!

Up, up, up he went!
The publicist felt like she was being watched.....
....and she was!

Silly Harry the Farm cat.

Come back tomorrow to see the rest of his adventure!

Wordless Wednesday - Just WHERE is Harry the Farm Cat Now?

The Farm Cats Report on Their Christmeow

I know it's supposed to be AbbyDay but she kicking and maaaaing gracefully gave up her day to the Farm cats so they could tell you all about their Christmeow. They had a very fine day from what I heard. It all started with a very special meal.


The publicist bought them Fancy Feast! They hardly ever get Fancy Feast because there are so many Farm cats and it's more than she has to spend on them.

They were very excited.

In fact, the publicist could not recall the last time she saw all four Farm cats lining up to eat like this.

It did not last long.
Harry the Farm cat decided that he should have some of Sherpa the Farm cat's treat.
That was not nice of Harry, was it?
Soon all of the Fancy Feast was gone.
Those Farm cats are fast eaters!


They had a nice rest and then came the fun!

What? You don't see the fun in a pile of wrapping paper?
Then you are not a cat.

The male person almost threw Sherpa the Farm cat out in the trash!
But his little head appeared just at the right moment!
Silly Sherpa the Farm cat.

He had a lot of fun playing in the wrapping paper.
It was almost as fun as his box.


Later they all got some 'nip and were running around like crazy cats. There are no photos. It was too blurry....
But they had lots of Christmeow fun!


AbbyDay will be back next week.
She said she had better be or someone was going to get it.
That Abby!

It Was a VERY Merry Christmaaaa!

Hi everyone!
I am a very Happy Goat.
Can you tell?

How are you?
Did you have a very Merry Christmaaa?
If you don't celebrate Christmaaa did you have a very nice weekend?


I hope you all did because I DID!
It was a WONDERFUL weekend for me and all of the Happy Goats.
Why, you ask?

APPLES!
Lots and lots and lots of APPLES!
We got apples on Saturday, apples on Sunday and rumor has it we are getting MORE apples tonight! 
The male person bought them for us. 
He is the best!
The publicist even snuck me some extra apples on Sunday morning - she said it's because I am a special goat.


Sssshhhhh, don't tell the others.

She asked me if I wanted some extra apple.
What a SILLY question!
Can you see the look in my eye that says, "of COURSE I want that apple!"

I first took a sniff to test the bouquet.
Aaaah, intoxicating apple!
NOTHING smells as good - except maybe carrot.

NOM,NOM,NOM!

More, more, MORE!


It sure pays to be a special goat!
Those apples were mighty tasty!


I think Christmaaaa should come around more than once a year if it means I get this many apples! Not to mention the Christmas Tree-t to come. What a wonderful time of year!

Thank you publicist and male person.
Braaaaaap!
Oh excuuuuse me....it's all those apples!


ps: I did share with the other goats. Don't worry. I am not AbbyGoat a piggie goat.

MERRY CHRISTMAAAA!

All of us here at the Happy Goats Farm wish you all a very Merry Christmaaaa.

I am going to enjoy my apple treat and bask in the sun.

I hope you get to bask in the sun too!

Happy Christmeow to All and to All a Good Night

'Twas the night before Christmeow, when all thro' the yurt
All the Farm cats were  stirring, especially the Sherp;
The ornaments were hung on the Christmaaa tree-t with care,
In hopes that Santa Claws soon would be there;
The publicist and male person were nestled all snug in their bed,
While nipped up Farm cats danced on their heads,

And Harry on his ham-mick and Stinky running a lap,
Had just unsettled Pumpkin's long winter's nap —
When out in the living room there arose such a clatter,
The humans sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the entrance they flew like a flash,
They opened their eyes, They ran in at a dash.
The lights on the tree gave off a soft glow,
Gave the lustre of magic to objects below;
When, what to their wandering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
They knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles those paws took up the game,

And he swatted, and swiped, and knocked them down by name:
"Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer and Vixen,
"On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Donder and Blitzen;
"To the bottom, to the floor! To be a toy, a toy for us all!
"Now fall away! Fall away! Fall away all!"
As cat toys, batted by paw, through the air fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, bat it out of the sky;

So up to the top of the couch Sherpa he flew,
With his sight on an ornament to get or maybe two;
And then in a tinkling it was heard on the floor
The sound of breaking. A memory no more.

As the publicist came, Sherpa was turning around,
He ran from the scene, he leapt with a  bound:
He left only fur, from his head or his tail,
And the publicist seeing, she started to wail.
A ornament, so special was flung on the floor,

And he look'd oh so innocent sitting by the door:
His eyes — how they shifted, his whiskers how sleek
His attitude was aloof, his movements like a sneak;
His little cat mouth was in  - is that a smile?,
And fluff of his tail was poofed out a mile;
A piece of the ornament he held tight in his teeth,
And the publicist encircled his neck like a wreath.
No, she would never hurt his cute face, his round belly
That shook when he ran, like a bowl full of jelly:

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old cat,
And she forgave him for his playful tree act
A wink of her eye and a shake of her head
Soon gave him to know he had nothing to dread.
Sherpa knew he was safe, he knew he was loved,
He ran to the publicist, he gave her cat shoves
And butting her gently with his cute cat nose
He let her know that he won't ever goes.

He sprung to his box he gave a big sigh,
And he settled to sleep, sweet dreams were soon nigh:
But I heard him meow, ere sleep took his fight —
Happy Christmeow to all, and to all a good night.*


*with all due respect to Clement Moore

Christmaaaa Caroling with the Happy Goats

I have one more carol for you as we head into the big weekend.
I overheard the publicist talking to the male person and I believe there will be APPLES for Christmaaaa.


Are we the luckiest goats ever or what?


So in honor of our anticipated treat I give you...

Deck the Goat Pen with Apples and Carrots

Deck the goat pen with apples and carrots

nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom burp

Tis the season to really munch a lots

nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom burp

Munch we all the greenest of leaves

nom nom nom  nom nom nom  nom nom burp

Even Abby and her pet peeves

nom nom nom  nom nom nom  nom nom burp

See the bright red apples before us

nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom burp

Then always comes the goat gas chorus

nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom burp

Follow me in merry measure

nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom burp

While I seek a goat snack treasure

nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom burp*

*With all due respect to Unknown