"Heee Kitty Kitty! Whea.. a you? Whea a you?" My two year old granddaughter yells as she digs in the bag of cat food with a large scoop. Pulling out the scoop she scans the barn still yelling for her kitty spilling half of it on the ground and Hoss our heeler dog frantically trying to follow Clair around as she dribbles a trail of kibbles. She spots Mufassa the cat high up on the stack of straw bales. "Thea you a! Come on!" She shouts tapping her hand on her thigh trying to coax him down. But Mufassa is not dumb, he knows when the dogs are around he is safe to just stay put. So, he just squints down at Clair.
Clair gives up and dumps the few kernels that are left in her scoop in the kitty dish and then works on feeding the lambs. Even at such a young age she knows which bag of food is for the lambs. Climbing the woven wire gate and hanging over the top of the gate she dumps the mixture in the feeder. The mischievous goat reaches up and nips her fingers. "Owww.... goat bite me!" She tattles on the naughty goat.
"All done." she says " I hold you gramma"
I lift her up in my arms.
"You ready to go home?" I ask
"Yea, I go home!" Clair cheers as we walk out the barn door.