Mighty "Little" Hunter ...

Kyle finished putting in the windows and framed the wall between the shop and the garage in the new building. He left about 11:30 this morning and, as is our custom, Henry and I went out to admire the progress on the new Palace.

All the animals came out to inspect, too, even Lucciano! After we had talked for a bit, I noticed that "Little Brother" was missing. Not unusual; he is becoming quite the hunter.

I saw a flash of black-and-white on top of something pinky-red barreling down the hill from the barn. At first I thought it was a bloody "something" and was hoping it wasn't the intrepid kitty who had been injured! He was moving really fast, stepped on the hangy-pink-thing, and tripped himself up; tail over teakettle! ("Oh, I meant to do that!" was his expression when he righted himself and continued down the hill at a much slower pace).

Little was just fine, as it turned out. He had been up investigating some sort of delicious smell emanating from a box of Shop Towels (probably "mousey" scented) that Henry had left open.

He was very proud of himself for killing a shop towel! Poor Little, he isn't quite tall enough to have his feet clear while carrying a shop towel in his mouth: he was stepping on the towel every second or third step. He was jerking his head down like a riderless horse stepping on hanging reins. Early days, yet, with this carrying very large objects thing. Little hadn't yet figured out if you carry your head to the side, your feet don't get hung up (unlike some loose horses I could name!) and you get to run lots more, have lots of people notice you!

Little was very proud of himself for killing the very dangerous shop rag, but he lost interest in it as soon as Dorian came to investigate.

Ah, well... that's life on the farm.