Out at the horse barn a stray Mama cat had a litter of kittens several months ago. She relocated all of them except one, which, after a day or two of abandonment, got our standard support agreement: "we will feed, water, and pet, and in return you need to find a job to do. You shall have a home for life, however short that life may be". She took us up on it, and in two weeks the feed room, previously overrun with mice, was devoid of the little vermin. And KYAK was gaining weight nicely.
The country is brutal. Things die here all the time. You try not to get hugely attached to critters because the carbon cycle always wins. Its just a matter of time.
So its BRUTALLY hot here, somewhere north of 100F and 75% humidity. I hadnt seen my horse all day and went looking for her. She was camped-out in the barn. No fool, that one. And in the process, here comes KickYerAss Kitty. Noiseless as always, but hugging the wall, which isnt her usual approach. We call her KickYerAss for a reason. She swats at everything, including the horses. She RULES that barn. Even the horses are a bit cowed by her antics.
She was limping. Badly. Passenger side front leg broken. Shit.
So we take her home, Beams gets out the Burningman med kit and makes a splint. KYAK doesnt make a peep. Tough cat! And as soon as the splint was on, KYAK got a belly full of food, took a few opportune swings at the dogs, and crashed-out for a nap.
I like this cat.
And she is SO going to kick my ass...