Kept

I really could get used to not working. I mean, I have all the laundry washed and put away (which is quite an achievement considering I hate putting clothes away), the garden is weeded, the lawn is mowed and the house is clean. I told Art he needed to work more so that I don't have to and could instead be a kept woman. Or I could be a stay at home mom; only instead of babies I have a dog, some chickens and a couple of cows. They need my constant attention. Really.

Art moved the hay bales off the pasture today and spread a lovely mixture of composted poop and lime (the lime balances the pH of the soil). He had a great time, too. I went out to take a picture of him but didn't realize the spreader threw shit about thirty feet and I almost got pelted with poop. Composted poop, but still poop. We decided (well, I decided for Art) that we will keep the hay in hay instead of rotating to corn. The more the grass takes over, the less mustard there will be and we don't have to use all those 'cides on our land. This makes me very, very happy.

Kittylicious appears to not be knocked up, which is a good thing. I guess she was just a little bloated there for about a week. Maybe she just put on a little weight and I shouldn't judge her so quickly as I don't want to give her a weight complex. I'm still hoping that she's steril, or maybe wherever she came from had her fixed, but I hope she's learned her lesson. But judging by the howling she was doing last night with the local tomcat, I'm certain she's out behaving quite slatternly. As you can see she had a late night and needs her beauty rest. In my laundry basket.