Smoky is found dead.

I have been missing my cat since the Vet was here. Always someone is absent for their shots, but usually they apear later. I never seen my kitty again. It was the one I rescued from an apartment building where the tenant moved and dumped the cat at the door. We found it yesterday. Dead in a motorhome that we are renovating. It is all open and I suspect that this poor animal was hit on the road and came here to die. I'm very sad. Especially when the guys came in this morning and told me that they seen it 2 weeks ago! I freaked and called them a bunch of clowns. Now they're mad and I couldn't care less! Who leave a dead cat laying around? These clowns that who! I'm so upset that they do not know that I love my animals more then I like them? Actually I don't like them. I think they are idiots! Poor kitty!

Margaret is GONE! but not far.

Finally got rid of that attack goat Margaret. While I was gone with some friends for a few days, A female customer came on to the property and was attacked. I think this was the final straw for Billy who now realised that this goat could get us into some serious problems if she hurt someone. The Goat was taken to Rose Marie who also gave a home to our sheep but at that time she did not want any goats. Thankfully, she has a very large property with many animals and one nasty little goat will get lost among all the business of her day and will hardly be noticed. Thanks Rose Marie! I'll go visit her someday. Someday when I have forgotten how much she hated me.
Some good news! Red, my chicken is making his way outside. He actually climbs down the stairs every morning and hangs with Serena all day and then climbs the stairs at night to go to bed on this computer. Even Rover, my German Sheppard, would not climb those stairs. They are like alley stairs that are see through. which could account for the dog. Now that I think about it, The Doberman, Princess, would not climb those stairs either. But the chicken does, Up and down. The dogs are barking. Someone is at the back door. Oh! It's raining out and the chicken wants in. Here he is! Just came up the back stairs to get in. Now this chicken thinks he's a goat. The goats hate rain too!