Making up for lost time

Whew.  I was having intertubes withdrawal.  I almost had to get an I.V. injection at Starbucks.  I love being at the farmhouse, and I can do without TV with no problem, well, except when the Olympics are on, but the lack of internet is seriously giving me the willies.  I've been jonesing pretty bad lately.

Spent the day mucking out the lower part of the bank barn.  Back aching work.  But it was great work because the largest part of the barn looks fantastic now.  I cleared out a couple of pickup loads of dirt, hay, barn swallow guano, bat guano, straw, dirt, and whatever the stuff is that they used to use for mortar for the foundation walls.  Thank baby Jesus for tractors.  Dear Lord Baby Jesus, thank you for tractors.  I feel BLESSED that I have a tractor!  I know you made them just for me so I could scoop stuff up and feel manly.  

Downloading photos now from the last few days.  AD will get them posted tonight.

We had a bit of a problem with the barn cats.  Yesterday I took Eva and Sunflower to the vet.   Eva had a pretty good upper respiratory infection.   She is quite feral still and was pretty much impossible to get into the cat carrier.  NO way you were grabbing that cat.  The kids were outside the barn looking in the window as I was chasing her all over the room trying in vain to grab her.  Belly laughs ensued.  I finally was able to corner her up above a cabinet and held up the cage so her only way out was by escaping into the cage.  Worked like a charm.  After 10 minutes of circus cat hell.

Went to the vet, and they both had ear mites.  Eva got an antibiotic shot.  Sunflower had a high temp and got IV fluids and then a Feline Leukemia shot.  Then, 209 dollars poorer I headed home.

Then this morning, I get up and go to check on the cats, still not let loose yet as the rescue people said to keep them confined for 2 to 3 weeks.  Erm...the door was open.  And no cats to be found.

A bit of searching and calling and the 3 cats I thought we would find came out and I fed them.  Eva, Stripes, and Ned Smith were nowhere to be found.    I think one of them was in the hayloft because I saw some hay falling down.  But I heard no sounds and never saw them.  

So, we still have 3, and probably will be feeding all 6, but I doubt we will ever see the phantom 3 again, or at least not for long.  They arent exactly people cats.

Ill let Annette explain the rest of the weekend.  It was a lot of fun.