IMA GONNA HUNT ME SOME RABBITS
Just look at the steely look on macho Farm Boy’s face. Truth is, he wouldn’t know what to do with a rabbit if he fell over one.
What a difference a year or two makes … from Farm Boy to living in Tropical Paradise. I asked Mikey if he missed farm life Way out West. “What’s to miss, Lily?” he spluttered, clearly surprised by my asking.
“We had nothing to look forward to, just a life of misery. Probably a very short life, too, had Mum not started taking care of us. Spending our first winter as kittens sleeping rough in the freezing cold was horrible. It made Mum so sad that we weren’t allowed inside, but it wasn’t her house, so what could she do? My heart pounded with joy the day she kissed me on the top of my head and said, “I promise, little one, you and Chrissie will have a better life than this.” Now she’s brought us back to live in Paradise with you.”
“If this is domesticity, we’ll have a triple serve,” he added, his little face glowing with happiness.
They really did have a tough start to life, born in that huge hay shed, and weren’t to know that Super Mum was soon to arrive in town … and she’s not a woman to mess with.
Especially when she’s determined, and determined she was.
But that’s a long story for another day.