fuzzy britches and can
i spent the afternoon at betty’s today, catching up on gossip and sewing. around 4:00 i went out on the porch to snap some photos of the kitties. they gather every day starting around 3:30, waiting for paul to come out and feed them. he makes them wait until 5:00, but i guess it’s the highlight of their day and they don’t want to miss it. there’s 12 of them (sometimes 13) so he mixes up their dinner in a large pot on the stove.
this little lady is the latest edition. she doesn’t have a name, and doesn’t like to be touched. or looked at. or spoken to. she’s definitely a skittish kitty! i called her fuzzy britches because she looked so soft and fluffy. poor little thing. at least she got dumped at a place where the people are really nice to their barn cats.





