Last night the cats left me a dead bat by their water bowl in the basement.
The bat must have come out of hibernation because of the warm weather. I’ve heard that bears do the same sometimes. Seeing the dead bat assured me that the cats are keeping busy in the basement during the cold days.
Today was like an early spring day, melting snow and ice, thick mud sucking at my boots. The cats spent the day in the barn and on the back porch in the sun.
Jon laughs at me for always trying to get the cats and the chickens to go outside in the winter. If I had kids I’d be the kind of mom who would always be telling her kids to “go outside and play”.
