Stuck in the Middle With You

Last month, one of our cats, Bunny  -   (Yeah, strange name for a cat.  But first she belonged to Baby Ruth, and she had been adamant that the cat be named Bunny.) - who was expecting kittens by my precious Tom Kitty, decided during a rainstorm to have her kittens in the dirty clothes hamper in Pete & mine's bathroom.  Due to the in-climate weather, we allowed her to proceed with this.  

A couple of nights later, Pete hears the dogs raising a ruckus and goes outside to see they had a large possum treed.  Due to our chickens and fruit trees, he considers this a varmint and shoots the possum.  Upon inspection, he discovers it had four wee ones in her pouch.  Since these were little and cute, they were not considered varmints, only orphans.  So, he brought them into the house in a bucket with straw and decided they needed the dark of our bedroom closet to rest in. 

Later we were laying there in our bed.  The bathroom is on our left and the closet is on our right.  Suddenly, the kittens start mewing for their mama.  They are awake and want to eat, but Bunny is out feeding her own self.  It wasn't long until we started to hear these odd, loud sucking sounds from the closet.  Apparently the little possums were missing their  own mama.  We lay there a few minutes listening to this symphony of hungry little animals, and a song starts to play in my head.

I turn to Pete and say, "Kittens to the left of me, possums to the right - here I am, stuck in the middle with you."

If you want to hear the song that was in my head, you can listen here:  

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ukstws19D4

Tag Along Kittens

Well Hello there! The guys had to go on a job today. And me and Bug finally started off to town around noon. She had slept till almost 11 am. And the Can Man had stopped by. The Can Man is an elderly man who makes his way around folks houses to pick up any aluminum cans they might have. Sells the cans for a little supplemental income. So of course Bug had to run outside and help him gather up our cans. He paid her one whole shiny Quarter for her trouble. We finally start off to make a deposit at the bank and get a few odds and ends out at Wally World. (One, a collar for the famous.....no infamous Matilda.) I pulled in the feedstore a couple of miles down the road so we could each get a soda and Bug stopped by the car instead of running ahead into the store. I turned back, and then I heard it too! Tiny little "Mew. meow, mew!"Oh NO! Please let there not be a strewn apart cat under the hood. Opened it up and there was a solid white one curled up next to the firewall on the drivers side. Okay, great! Kitten rescued. NO wait! Another "Mew!" There he is ......the precious little grey striped one with the bright blue eyes......wedged down beneath were the first one was and under some hoses. Is isn't easy, but after holding the lst kitten within view the second finally pokes it's head up high enough I can grab it and get it to safety. Now we have to go all the way home to drop off the kittens! Oh, well, at least all were safe and I don't have to steam clean under my hood!