The Ladies Page

To say the least, we are well supplied with dogs and cats. They
sort of come to us as the animals approached the ark. Neighbors
have too many kittens our children can’t resist. My husband
walks in the field someone abused and forsook a pleading-eyed pup.
He brings Pal home. A hunter departs without his cocker spaniel,
golden as sunshine. He come to us and we watch the ads -No one
advertises. Rusty has won our hearts. Finally we give him away but
he finds his way back and his eyes of disillusioned trust make one
turn away in shame. They seem to say, ‘How could you have done
such a thing?’ I decide we should have named the farm HOMELESS
HAVEN instead of EDGEWOOD ACRES.

Now getting back to Blacky black as coal he is. He had a habit
of hugging the back door tenaciously. I fell over him so many times
that I was utterly surprised when he went out after a mouse.

One day he appeared at my back door and he looked simply
horrible. Mid-way his tail was broken and the end which had
suffered the threatened separation was completely stripped of hair.
What a sad sight! In a matter of a few days he lost the dreadful
eyesore. My family made it all the rougher for me by making sly
hints.

My beautiful ebony, slinky cat Now had a tail like a scrounging
rat. My family said ‘Have no delusion For there is only one
conclusion. You closed the door so tight and pat Upon that
charming, loving cat.’ They sort of hinted that women are
cruel

I moped upon my kitchen stool. The cat can’t talk, I’m
in a stew, Are all their accusations true?

Then there is Nifty. She was a he they all said, and Jim, who is
now in the ministry, declared in his college days that he would
have six children before Nifty ever had kittens. One surprising day
Nifty presented us with four little fluff balls, and she has
repeated the feat several times. The next day a letter went off to
Jim who by now has acquired a wife but up to now hasn’t lived
up to his end of the bargain. It is a family joke along with
Blacky’s half a tail. Now — let me see there are Blacky,
Tommer, Tom Junior, Tippy Tail, Nifty, Whitey, Hilda and a variety
of unnamed kittens which will do well to escape when they decide to
sleep under the cows. The dogs are Pal and Rusty. One thing I know
— we are

OVERSTOCKED

Our profit goes to cats and dogs
Their offspring is terrific —
On merit of their residence
One can’t be too specific.

They meow, they bark, they howl, They fuss;
Their appetite insatient;
Perhaps their only value is
They teach me to be patient.

Even amid the annoyances which our menagerie sometimes causes
surely they have their compensations and I felt rather badly one
day very recently to find a car had run over and killed my Blackie
with her half a tail. Is there anything on earth that looks much
happier than a child with a soft kitten curled up next to them
under an old blanket. No child should miss this and this is one of
those things country living makes possible. It is just another
blessing from God for those of us who can hear the Country Echoes
and find here real peace and contentment.