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No this isn’t the title of a hot, new romance novel, though I suppose that holds an interesting thought. Cowboys in tight jeans, the smell of leather and fresh hay….

No wait! It’s about kittens.

Tiny little explorers of the heart with their eyes barely open. Still learning about the world.

These little characters have had a lot of visitors. It’s mostly been young girls, and me.

On many days after I’ve fed the Golden Girls, I’ll swing by the barn to check on the babies.


Oh my goodness, they are cute.

When I pick them up (you know I do!) they latch onto my shirt, sharp little claws inserted into the fabric, holding on for dear life. And when I try to put them back into their little nest behind the hay bales, they hold on even tighter. “Take me with you,” they mew in high pitched, baby cat voices. I’m certain that’s what they’re saying.

So far I’ve resisted their impassioned pleas. They aren’t even ready to go out into the big world. But as they get a little older, I know the pull will be even greater.


When our sweet Mija died, we agreed to wait a few months before bringing another animal into our family. I’m trying hard to keep my end of that agreement.

But, I had no idea that kittens would be involved in the “test.”

Every day when my husband leaves for work, he levels his gaze at me. “Do I need to be worried?”

And I look him square in the eye and reply, “No. No need to worry.”

Yeah, right.

It did help to watch as one of the young girls hovered over the kittens yesterday. She’s apparently named them and knows each of their personalitites. Her mother told me they are thinking about adopting one. I felt better about that. Maybe I can let go of the idea of adoption.

Yes, I can. Really.

For now I’ll get my kitten fix with visits to the barn until everyone has been adopted and I can forget about them.

Are you buying any of this?

I’m working hard to!

Wednesdays With Mija

“Mewsings” about life and the business of being a feline, from Jean’s aging, earless cat.

Not all cats live in the lap of luxury as I do.

There are some of our species that must work for a living. Cats in the workforce aren’t as prevalent as dogs, but some of us do indeed punch the proverbial time clock.

Barn cats have a clearly defined job description: Keep the barn free of rodents.

And from what I can tell, most do a bang up job of it.

Personally, I prefer canned food and kibble, but to each his own. I may have eaten a mouse or two when I was abandoned before coming to live in my forever home, but I don’t remember.

I tend to forget unpleasant things. It’s a good coping mechanism and one I recommend to everyone.


I also had a brief period of experimentation in my youth where I was fascinated with earthworms, though I never really ate one. I did like to bring them to the door to share with my peeps. They never totally appreciated my efforts though, and in my adult years, I gave it up. I imagine the worms in our garden are much relieved!


I understand there is a new barn cat out at the pasture – a black and white tuxedo. No one knows his name yet. He’s taking his time revealing all his secrets.

Smart cat!

But he does like to hang around with my people when they are feeding Bud and Pepper. I can tell from the pictures that he looks nice enough and seems to have a good time at his job.

Job satisfaction is an important component of good mental health, which is why I am exquisitely happy with my station in life. My only job is to be charming and loving, and receive with grace the bounty that comes my way.


As for our yet-to-be-named barn cat, I say “well done” and “carry on!” (Can you tell we’ve been watching Masterpiece Theater? I adore some of the phrases those Brits use.)


Do you know of other working cats? What jobs do they hold?


Happy Wednesday!



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