Yes the kitty died. And i don't know why. I found her last night and she was not looking good at all but was afraid to full with her too much. She snapped at the other cats when they came to help. So i was afraid she would BITE me. This morning she had died.
I picked Drew up at 9:45 from Lisa and we headed home. I had a pile of dead brush i wanted to burn and Mitch said, NO! Not to, that it would be too much trouble because it was by the pines with all the other dead stuff. Well i had a wonderful idea. today the wind is not blowing, it wasn't hot at the time, and we had nothing to do. and the pile wasn't that big. So guess what i did..... Yes, i have worked my tail off trying to but out the FIRE. and i did. After cutting a few pine brances and beating it. my body will never be the same and i will never do that again, i promise Mitch, who is out on the"big pond". Thank the Good Lord above no fire trucks were needed but. it took an hour and a half to get the thing out. my body is not happy. Drew left me high and dry. he took his tractor and went to the yard, about 50 yards away and yelled "momma you ok?" and never moved!! maybe i should learn a lesson from him. Now i'm going to feed Drew and let him take a nap and i'm going to follow...
