Well I have new statement that came out of my child's mouth. I am pretty sure this should be more creepy than funny, but again when you are a country kid there is a different understanding about life.
Barn Cats....they come and go. The really tough ones live long lives. The not so smart or tough ones, well they become a tasty treat for a coon, coyote or whatever other predator there is lurking around the barn at night.
Any way....Granny's cat has recently had babies which she promised the entire litter to my children when the kittens are ready. I said we could put them all out in the barn, where they would have an endless buffet of mice with the occasional rat (eww!). So as Gwen and Granny were visiting about the kittens, what they looked like and how many were there, I heard these words of complete country kid logic come out of my daughters mouth....
"Granny, make sure you bring me three so that when one dies I will still have two".
Some how this should be disturbing, I am sure, but it is just a fact of life that Gwen has come to realize about barn cats. Not to mention I am proud of the math skills she related to a real life situation. HA!
