Cats again, and cherries

Cats

Of course, I remembered last night, the cats are essentially feral. They are two of a litter of six found as tiny kittens in an abandoned trailer at a nearby farm market. Without knowing the cat family was inside, someone closed the trialer door, leaving the kittens alone inside, with the remains of a rabbit. I'm imagining Puff and Shadow remembering their happy childhood as they devoured their rabbit catch. It also occurred to us that they may have brought the rabbit inside to keep it away from the dogs, who like to eat rabbit, but just don't seem to be able to catch them.

One of their litter mates was a calico and three were spotted. They others were adopted as farm cats and live outside all the time. They remained pretty small, unlike ours, who now weigh about 13 pounds each. We initially thought both cats were female. A couple of days after we got them I checked again and found that Puff was a boy. They acclimated quickly to domestic life and crawl on laps and purr readily. Shadow was the brave kitten - standing up to Thunder the husky and venturing into new places - and Puff is the scaredy cat, hiding whenever anyone comes to the house and running at every noise, but Puff is definitely the hunter, efficiently dispatching mice, birds, and now a rabbit. They like to cuddle on a blue chair, but they also fight with each other lately.

Brother and sister

Cherries

This week we've been working pretty hard to keep the orchard and vineyard in shape, mowing and weed whacking everything.  The apples look really great, growing rapidly and enjoying the frequent rains. We also harvested our one sour cherry tree. Last year it had nothing; this year we picked about 30 pounds of cherries and left a bunch for the birds as well. I've pitted almost all of them, we made several batches of jam and froze many bags of them for future use in cobblers. Our new sweet cherry tree produced only 7 cherries, but they are good.