Asa acts like his daddy. He buzzes around on high speed... he vibrates with energy. However, the way that Asa latches to animals is me to a tee. He glows around animals. We no longer have the goats, just White Cat. Asa spends his time in the yard searching for lady bugs, worms, rollie-polies, anything he can put in a jar and feed leaves or dirt and watch wiggle around. With Daddy's help, he found a "supergrub" the other day... I didn't share in his enthusiasm on that one. (Addison did, but didn't want to touch it... He won't even touch the lady bugs!)
A grey/black striped cat was lurking about the yard last week. I couldn't get it to come to me, I just assumed it was wild. Last weekend, Jeff got her to come near and fed her. That was all she needed. Obviously, this cat was someone's baby. Someone with kids. Asa carries that kitty everywhere he goes. When we go to the garden, when we go inside, front porch, back yard, he must carry that cat. I know that this is the same sight that my mom saw as I tromped through the yard with a cat (or chicken) under my arm. I am going to try to round up an old picture this weekend.






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