A Guest Blog-Post
by Edgar Allan Puss
Spring means that some of us house-cats have to go outside and help with farm chores
. I've been checking out the Massey-Ferguson to see if it's field-worthy. That's me on the seat.
Gotta make sure the tires are OK.
All these chains on top of the bush-hog look OK. (Note: Some yankee cats call it a "brush-hog," but I'm a born and bred rural Southern cat, so I call it what it is.)
The bush hog looks OK—at least from the top.
Chloe, do you want to help me get this tractor ready?
Let's check the blades to make sure they're sharp and still attached.
They look like they'll do. You can't be too careful. I remember back in the fall of 2011 when Daddy got one of the tractors stuck
Jim-Bob, thanks for checking that tire again.
Everything is looking good from this end . . .
. . . but maybe I'd better check the front again. Jim-Bob said it was OK, but you're can't be too sure.
And I'd better check up top. Looks like a branch is about ready to fall on this tractor.
Darn. I forgot the chainsaw. No way I can get it loose with my bare claws.
Looks like Chloe and Jim-Bob are inspecting the hay-rake.
Hey, kitties, y'all see any problems? No? Good!
Well, I guess there isn't much I can do up here.
Guess I'd better hop down and see what else needs doing.
I probably should look under the hood.
A cat's work is never done.
Labels: cats, farming