Freedom, Farm and Fleas?

Oh yes, I had a few ideas rolling around in my head for the letter "f". I thought about elaborating, yet again, on the freedoms we are losing on a daily basis. I wish I could blame it all on the Obama administration, but I have only heard from a minute few Republicans, or I would be more correct in saying Conservatives,(dare I say Tea Party?) who are actually fighting the fight. It won't be long until the 2nd Amendment will be ripped out of the Constitution. No more guns for law-abiding citizens. I love how the GOP is standing up and fighting for the people they are supposed to represent. Whenever Hubby has called in to ask our Representative where he stands on the 2nd Amendment, do you know what the response is? "No, he hasn't made a decision yet." REALLY? He can't say, "Yes, I stand for the 2nd Amendment."? Do these people not take an oath to protect and defend the Constitution? I shall take a deep breath now.

My other idea was to tell you all about our little farm which is slowly transforming. Very slowly. It seems slow to us, but others say that we have really done a lot in the last year.  We have a few chickens roaming the homestead, and we recently bought three little pigs. (They have done nothing to build their own homes yet. They don't know that Hubby is the big, bad wolf, and they are the ones who will end up in the pot!)

And, now I come to the dreaded topic of fleas. Oh yes. Amazing Daughter is going to flip out when she reads this! (And, I'm not sure I can keep it a secret from Hubby, who will not only flip out, but ban the cats from ever coming into the house again!) Our one cat, Prim, had kittens the other day. Only one survived. They're supposed to be outside cats, but have inside privileges. Well, since it has been so cold out, we let mama Prim and her little kitten stay inside, in Amazing Daughter's room. All has been well, until today when I was giving little "Lutrell" some attention. I freaked out when I noticed some small things crawling in his fur. Ohhhhh, f-u-d-g-e! I immediately checked online to find a proper flea killer for kittens. It turns out lemon juice will get rid of the problem. So Prim and Lutrell abruptly found themselves outside. Poor Prim didn't know what to think. She has gotten quite comfortable with her inside birthing privileges. I can only hope that I caught it soon enough, and we won't have an infestation of fleas. Can I keep Hubby from finding out? I'm sure gonna try!

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