Sadie Mae... is a lovely feline specimen... she has been blessed with the prettiest green eyes you have ever seen...she is friendly, but aloof...Sadie is not a lap cat...or shall I say that is till my dad pays us a visit then she becomes HIS lap cat...
As you may recall my preference is for Sadie to remain an indoor kitty, however she appears to have other ideas...you see Sadie Mae is a very picky eater...once a stray one would think Sadie would devour anything and everything that is put in front of her...wrong...while residing at the shelter Sadie was given a diet of Science Diet dry cat food...once feeling safe and secure in her new home...Sadie began turning her nose up to anything that was offered...I have tried the vast majority of grocery store dry and wet foods...also various expensive brands purchased from the pet store...I have shredded white tuna and tonight a chicken breast...no go...however...(Winslow Homer is happy with the various leftovers)...than I had an epiphany...perhaps Sadie is a free ranger...it only makes sense that being a feline she enjoys the thrill of the hunt...well unbeknown to me Sadie Mae escaped out the cellar door which I had inadvertently left open...Sadie quickly took advantage of the opportunity...
perhaps this is why I discovered Dorcas Lane on the roof and soon after Sadie Mae crouching in the catnip patch...
Dorcas decided she was not to be any one's lunch...
my broody hens Josephine and Loretta....were not the least bit fazed...
Lulu Belle slept through the commotion...
while Gladys and the rest of my girls continued on with their daily activities...Sadie Mae was captured and returned to her inside domain...now... should her hunger strike continue or until I discover her ideal meal I just may be forced to allow her to run free...any ideas...anyone?
and this little guy, he did not bat an eyelash but remained deep in slumber land...
just as it did on that fateful September day, September 11th, 2001...A day that remains vivid and clear in my mind. September 11th, Mohammad Atta boarded a plane at the Portland International Jetport, an airport less than thirty minutes from my home. Atta shopped the previous evening at Walmart, the Walmart where I regularly browse. Mohammad Atta was at the controls of American Airlines flight 11, the airplane which flew into the North tower. The North tower was home to the restaurant Windows On The World, a restaurant where I have dined. I still find it difficult to wrap my mind around these facts. September 11th is a day that has left me forever changed, a day which I will never forget. May God Bless America and all the people who love her...
this morning's temperature of 47 degrees...
In Maine, "if you don't like the weather, just wait a minute." Travis and I have no complaints...
These are the days I relish... when the air cools and mother nature begins her long anticipated nature show...there is much to attend to both indoor and out...time to tidy up our gardens and feather our nest...
globes of orange dot the countryside and plump juicy apples hang heavy from the their tree...
we top off our wood piles and enjoy the last remaining flowers in the garden...
potatoes are dug...
and leather britches dry...
a request was made..."honey could you build me a bee skep house?" "a what say's he?"
yes, exactly...it's perfect...
Autumn, my favorite time of year...
Being a curious cat Sadie Mae simply cannot help herself...she jumps onto the bathroom sink while I brush my teeth, hops in the clothes dryer while I am in the process of doing laundry...Travis's pack "n" play and changing table are favorite napping spots, Sadie gains pleasure by giving poor old blind Winslow Homer a swift cuff... just because... and her middle of the night visitations, where my hair is her favorite nightime toy. Nevertheless, it was my two banty roosters which sealed Sadie Mae's fate...Don Juan and Ramon sounded their alarm to a coyote crossing our front field.... Sadie Mae will remain an indoor kitty...she has a basketfull of toys, the basement to explore, fresh catnip growing in the garden, and a cozy bed to sleep...perhaps in the future a friend to call her own...A big thank you to all who left me a comment, I read and took each one into consideration...maybe I am being selfish, but for my own peace of mind Sadie Mae remains behind the doors of Dog Trot Farm...
