Tink

Ziggy

Sasha

Liza

There was a brown bat that was sleeping on the tire of our garbage can.

Buck move the can a little and when the wheel rolled the bat fell off. Talk about a rude awakening.

Tree frog Tink found. She tried to sneak it to school in a potato chip holder, but I figured out her plan.

Liza and Jimmy sleeping.

Jimmy

Rose

Sasha and Ziggy...he is NOT the Daddy! My Grandparent's farm seems to be a dumping ground for people's cats, and that is where we got the kittens. There are 4. We are keeping Sasha. I need to find homes for the remaining 3. Tink was in stealth mode and caught these wild babies when they were about six weeks old. (Except Liza, the Mama abandoned her a week or so earlier) We've tamed them and have them using the litter box, in hopes of them having a better life.

Rose, she is a purring fool, and feels the intense desire to be a lap kitty. She jumps up on me, I put her down, she climbs right back up. She won't take no for an answer.

I'm pretty sure Sasha and Ziggy have the same father.

Liza, this is the one I was going to keep, but her behavior has pretty much changed my mind.

The kitten catcher.

I believe this creature is a red spotted newt, in a juvenile state that is often called a red eft. It was beautiful, the spots almost looked as if they had been painted on. Tink found it coming out of my Mom's house last night. It was next to the steps on the sidewalk.

She was upset, because we wouldn't let her keep it.