Dear Diary, My mind is such a jumble of things to chat about. It's been so long since I wrote that I'm exploding with thoughts. There are squirts coming out of every shadowed and overgrown spot on this place. While all of Calimom and Angel's squirts were going missing, Bessie had three stashed in the overgrowth between the barn and the creek. Two white with caramel spots and one white with black. The white with black is the boldest. It regularly comes up to feed with the outside cats now and doesn't run away when the humans walk by. The caramel spotted ones are not so brave. The one with the most caramel spots sometimes will stay when a human goes by, but the mostly white one darts away as soon as there is a hint of an imagined danger. I have not been able to get close enough to sniff them out yet.
And then there is Dreamer. My lady gave her that name when she was sick and had squirts and they all disappeared and it seemed as if Dreamer would disappear too. But she didn't disappear--she got well and fat and squirted out six mini-cats.
J-Bond and Calimom both smell as if they've squirted out mini-cats too, but I haven't seen their broods if they have. They've been secretive of late, sneaking off to the barn as soon as they finish eating. I don't like to spend time in the barn, so unless they bring them out to eat some day, I may never know about their squirts.
I like to spend time near the duck pond. The pond isn't much of a pond anymore. Mostly just goo with some wetness on top. I was sitting out there minding my own business one day not so long ago, when water started squirting out of the long green snake that was quietly resting beside me. There was nothing for me to do except jump into the muck and scramble through it as fast as I could. I did not like the smell that arose as I scampered across to the grass on the other side and when I got there, the smell and the muck was stuck to me. Wasn't long before I found my way back up to the deck where my lady found me. She picked me up by the scruff of my neck and immediately put me in the litter room sink. I put up enough protest to let her know that I didn't think this was a fun thing, but when she was done, most of the smell and muck was gone.