Showing posts with label goats and cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label goats and cats. Show all posts

Sunday, August 23, 2009

The Publicist is Cheating on Us - Part II

Yesterday I reported the very upsetting news that the publicist was cheating on us.

Seriously!
She is seei
ng other goats!
OTHER GOATS!

Not just seeing them, but milking them too. The evidence is shown in photos in my blog post. I can't show it again; I get too upset. I just hope she doesn't deci
de to run off to the other Farm and leave us. The other Farm has so many fun animals. It has sheep. Sheep that baaaa in bass. The publicist said she has never laughed so hard in her life because the sheep baaaa so low.


And look at the loooooong tail on this one sheep. Has anyone ever seen a sheep with such a long tail?



There were even MORE goats there. More than the ones I showed you yesterday. These little goats live in another pen and even I have to admit they are cute.


This is their hay feeder and boy do they love to eat.


I know several of you are looking forward to seeing the alpaca. Well, here she is!


She wasn't very friendly at first but the publicist won her over. Doesn't she have a sweet face? (What am I writing?! I don't want to think the alpaca is sweet. I don't want the publicist to like it at the other Farm.)


There is a very nice horse too but she did not want her picture taken. She was playing shy. She went to the back of her barn where it was too dark and the publicist could not get her photo. Oh well. The publicist said she was generally very friendly and even ate some apple (even the horse got some treat!) but she didn't like the camera.

Of course there was a Farm cat!


And chickens! lots and lots of chickens.


The publicist says that today is her last day to babysit these goats. I will have to wait and see if this is true. I hope so. I hope she doesn't bring home any more goats. Or cats. There are enough goats here on the Farm. And enough cats. I know the male person will agree with me on that.

Tomorrow is Goatucation Day! I answer a question from blueviolet:
I am wondering if when they are born if all of their spots and coloring carry through into adulthood or does that change over time?

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Cats and Goats - Who Rules the Farm?

As you know the Farm has both cats and goats. You have met the Farm cats through the various Intermews that I have done with Fred, Stinky and Pumpkin. You also know that sometimes I have been know to butt the cats. I am not proud of this but I am working on it; I have to admit that it is fun to butt the Farm cats. I am not proud of that either but I am an honest goat.

What you don't know is how the rest of the goats get along with the cats. You have seen the photo of how Stinky feels about Michael. But given that we goats roam around grazing and the cats roam around doing whatever it is that cats do we sometimes run into each other. How do you think THAT goes? Hmmmm....

You will note that it is mostly Stinky involved in these interactions. One has to wonder about that; Stinky is either friendlier than the other cats or stupider.

Here Luke finds Stinky while he is grazing by the barn. I don't think Stinky looks too happy. I think she looks about to bolt.



Kevin, as you know, is an intrepid explorer. One day he and Stinky did a little pas de deux in the field.





It was Kevin's first time meeting a cat and I think he might have been a little afraid.



He maaaed for me and I uh, chased Stinky away. Politely of course!


Jillian and Mallory met up with our visitor cat Tango. The publicist didn't get it on film but Tango went for a little uhm, flight after this meeting. Tango now gives Jillian and Mallory a wide berth.



So you can see that things are exciting here on the Farm and contrary to popular belief cats can fly....

...with a little help from a goat.
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