Hi there! I am a young, nimble cat. I live on a dairy farm…Heritage Farm. My name is Velvet.
My heritage here began when my grandpa, Mustache, settled here. His name came from his deep, black coat, highlighted on his muzzle with pure white patches that resembled a white mustache. My mother, another mostly black cat, had white beauty marks that made her stand out in a crowd. I came along resembling my mother. I have a velvety black coat with white slippers and a white bib on my chest. I am pretty cute. I have a small litter of kittens. So you can see that our heritage here is quite extensive.
My litter and I made a home in one of the farm sheds. The kittens have been exploring their world amongst the many hay bales that are stored for the calves to eat. They still depend on me for a lot of their care.
One sunny day, I left the shed in search of food for my belly. The farmer and his family have a neat field of hay growing a few feet away from my shed. So I went out there searching for my lunch. I particularly like to hide in the hay and wait for a juicy mouse to pass by.
The farmer had cut the hay several days earlier. But on this day, he rolled each row of hay into what looked like a long fluffy rope. That was all the more interesting for me. You see, the fluffed hay was taller and was an easier place in which to hide. So, that is just what I did.
I heard the rumbling of the farmer’s tractor shake the the ground beneath me. I got used to it, so I stayed in my hiding place waiting patiently for my dinner to walk by. All of a sudden, sure enough, a field mouse ambled into my space.
I jumped up above the hay and dove down to get it. What a easy way to eat! I did not have to drive-in to eat, my dinner drove-in to my place. I decided to stick around for a second helping. Once again, I crawled under the canopy of hay to wait.
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