Here is our latest batch of farm kittens:
They were born in the spring and are thriving. They eat almost anything we give them. Our farm cats are special in that they have to fend for themselves during the week and then get spoiled by us on the weekends.
I recently treated Hubby to some new beers after discovering the paradise of Brix* here in Omaha. Well, given the shotgun approach to choosing single beers, there was one that he didn't quite fancy. He drank a bit of it, but decided to treat the kittens to the rest of it.
It's the dark one of the three red dishes.
After a couple of hours, they still hadn't touched it.
"It's probably too early in the day for them to start drinking."
*A wonderful new store that stocks wines, beers, cheeses, olives, and fresh French bread. What more could one want?