Hi there everybody,
My name is Baby. I am a beautiful, long-haired, feline. I live on Heritage Farm. I was so little when I came here that I barely remember the first day I arrived.
I do recall an aching tummy and a lost-feeling when I came to a clearing by a grove of trees. Big rumbling machines pushed dirt and tree stumps back and forth. I did not know which way to turn. I kept still and huddled by a broken tree.
I was just a small kitten then. I was skinny and and hungry. I did not know where I would find my next meal.
One of the men, on the rumbling machines, noticed me.
In a short while, a young lady came toward me. She made her way over the broken roots, bushes and earth to just where I sat. She reached out slowly to where I was. Her hands were gentle and warm. She picked me up and held me close to her body to keep me secure and under control.
She took me to the farm and offered me a saucer of warm milk. Mmmmm, was that yummy. She even offered me some good smelling X- and O-shaped things. I tried eating some. I crunched them and, ahhh, they felt good going down.
She stuck me in a little bag she wore by her neck. I went everywhere napping in her collar-a thing she called a hood. She and I became fast friends. She fed and cared for me like a mother cares for an offspring. So, in my kitty-lingo, I call her “Meowmy.”
As the months and years went on, Meowmy had to move. I miss her. But I cannot forget her. She really loves me. I send her messages. They are “Letters to Meowmy.” From them, I hope you enjoy hearing about my adventures on Heritage Farm.
photo credit: Sam Beebe, Ecotrust via photo pin cc
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