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Last night while leaving a restaurant (aka. fast food place), we saw a cat we hadn't seen before. Let's just say it could be the basis for that cheer that was so popular in middle school (U-G-L-Y, you ain't got no alibi, you ugly, hey, hey, you ugly - and for the record, our Christian school cheerleading squad was not allowed to perform it....much to our dismay). I pointed the cat out to my husband, who responded as I thought he would - " I don't know why so many people find those cats ugly." Over the years I've learned that any animal that I find he cute he'll shrug his shoulders over, and any animal that makes me want to cringe inside, he finds very adorable. I'm not sure what that says about my appearance or our relationship, but it's the way it is. Regardless, during the course of the conversation, I referred to the cat as a "he", only to be corrected by my farmer-man husband. Evidently, male cats are never tri-colored; only female cats are. I've learned the last few years that certain breeds of chickens can be sexed by color (called sex links), but had no idea cats could be.  Cats, birds, chickens...wonder what other animal can be?

The other bizarre thing I've been told is that "aim cannot be taught." We were discussing my childhood summers, specifically time at my grandparents, when my cousin would not allow me to shoot his BB gun because I couldn't hit the target and was "wasting" his BBs. I also had (and still have) a problem driving a straight nail. For some reason they always go in at an angle or bend. My husband thinks I can improve in those areas, but that, like music, you either have it or you don't. I'm not quite sure what to think about that.

Meanwhile the chicken saga and my garden continues. It's to the point that even the dogs bark to let me know when the chickens have jumped the fence into the garden. Those dogs might be useful after all. :)

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