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Sunday, September 21, 2014

SOME Cat

My Kitty
We had two Jersey milk cows.
Jerseys are small, light brown, gentle cattle.
With enormous, soft brown eyes.
They are a joy to work with.
Easy to milk.
Patient and quiet.
Our two cows came to our family ready named.
Okay, the names weren't all that creative, I will admit.
Or suitable.
Still, they stuck.
The taller cow was Bunny. The one a trifle shorter? Kitty.
The two of them gave us enough milk to supply our needs.
As well as the dairy needs of half the countryside.
We drank the milk.
Separated out the rich cream.
Churned butter.
For three years, we lived in Jersey Heaven.
Enough background . . .
I had a friend who travelled about the area cutting hair.
Her skills were required at our farm every six weeks.
Obligingly, she showed up.
Scissors in hand.
To cut an endless parade of shaggy heads.
On one occasion, I was busily churning a batch of butter.
My friend was working in one end of the kitchen.
Me and my butter were positioned in the other.
As she worked, she kept one eye on what I was doing.
Finally, she had to ask. “So, where do you get your milk?”
I smiled. “From my Bunny,” I said.
Her eyes got big. “From your . . .?”
My daughter interrupted. “No, Mom. This milk came from Kitty!”
“Oh, yes.” I looked at my friend.”From my Kitty,” I amended.
Her eyes got bigger as she stared at the enormous amount in the butter churn. “You actually . . . milk . . . a kitty?” she gasped out.
For a moment, we stared at each other.
“Yes . . . I . . .” I stopped, suddenly understanding her confusion. I laughed. Not a real kitty,” I said. “A cow, named Kitty.”
“Oh,” she said, relieved. “For a minute, I wondered.”
I had a sudden mental picture of trying to milk a cat.
It wasn't pretty.
Then I glanced at the two gallons of milk in the churn.
Yep. I understood my friend's look of astonishment.
That would have had to be some cat.

9 comments:

  1. LOL but the idea of churning butter needs to be a post of its own with photos!

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    1. Excellent! When I realized what she was saying . . .

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  3. So, so funny! And yes, if you tried to milk an actual cat I do believe you would be shown all its pointy bits at once :)

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  4. I'm picturing your friend's face right now :o
    That little kitty picture looks just like my Angel the month before I brought him home.

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  5. At one time we had this little pug named Sophie. I loved her dearly and that was the only thing that saved her because hubby and daughter hated her. She was awful to them at least she loved me. One day my daughter was about 4 and someone asked her what her doggy was named. She looked them right in the eye and said "Damn It" shocked I said Sarah why would you say such a thing, horrified. She said I thought daddy changed her name mommy. That's what he calls her. Damn it get out of the garbage, damn it stop eating the cords off of things, damn it quit having accidents in the house. I looked at my hubby as only a mom/wife can and his face turned beat red. He was never forgot Sophie's name again!

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