Mom's rule number 3: Learn something new every day. Today was learning how to climb. Going up is the easy part. Grandpa helped me to get down when I got stuck.

Mom's rule number 4: meet someone new as often as possible. I met the farm boy, Noah. He shares his treats and I let him pet me. We're a team; he giggles and I purr.

We soon found out that we had actually been rescued us from the side of the road where we had been dumped. Dumped! I never knew why or by whom, but, yes, we were put in a box and DUMPED as if we were trash! So, I'm grateful for Grandpa - the man who rescued us. And he agreed with Mom, that "Every hu...

The day started rather abruptly when I was removed from the haybale by the scruff of my neck and tossed into a box along with all of my siblings and Mom. Soon the box began bouncing and tumbling for quite awhile, then it stopped. Mom poked her head out of the crack at the top of the box where light ...

Thinking back over the day. I didn't find a human, but I did get some sunshine. When I was in the garden, getting some sunshine, I found something new and interesting. I decided to practice my hunting. I watched it for a few minutes . It didn't move, so I sniffed it. It smelled terrible. I licked it...

I WAS born in a barn! It was a busy barn with cows and lots of noisy chickens. My favorite memories of my time there were when Mom, just after breakfast, taught us kittens a short lesson. According to Mom, there were three main things we should know. 1. Every human needs a cat, 2. All good cats shou...

After much thought and reflection, I have decided to publish the diary I have kept since moving to Green Gritty Farm. I believe you will find it intriguing to learn how a family of stray cats found their way to our little haven.