Do you guys remember milking time and all the barn cats that are wilder then a March hare become very friendly and line up just out of your reach for you to squirt milk into their mouths? I used to feed them more milk then I took to the house. I used to sneak a squirt too. I fed every little critter that came around. My dad at first was not happy on my day that we hardly got any milk but he finally gave up and let me feed half of it to the cats.
I used to always bring stray half starved dogs home when I went riding to town too. He kept telling me to scare them away but I would tell him "I tired daddy, I yelled, I threw rocks and they still followed me" I think I yelled if they go to far back and I think I threw the rocks ahead of me at dogs that wanted to attack them.
The moral of the story is: We always had lots of cats and dogs. I loved the farm.
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