Hello I am living the dream in the Sunnyside Southwest USA with my fellow kitties! I am trying to live my life to the fullest too!
When you trek into a swap, leading a party you will usually run into obstacles. A log, branches that have fallen. Once proud standing in the sun. Moving these to clear the path for the others reveals the hidden. Frightening creatures, sometimes venomous, usually slimy but always reacting to exposure.
When young dad started training me. He taught me about hogs at butchering time. Small Pen. 22 to stun it, slit the throat. In a corner, my job, holding 2×4, keeping excited herd away. Old farts, laughing with guns around corral. I didn’t realize WTF. Pigs are carnivores when they smell blood. Dad shouted instructions in French. I’m about 6 or 9. Mom freaked when she saw pic. Democrats are eating themselves now.
We have cacti out here, annoying. Just need tweezers. We made the best smoked sausage. Dad was in charge, honor to eat brains and scrambled eggs. Last time I was about 12 or 13 when he became too sick. Hungarians started leaving us out, only half Hungarian. It was different, Mom and I, the only 2 Belgians in Barberton. That’s why she went back I think.